1968! My older brother, sister and I. We were young and had no idea what was happening around us in the then East Pakistan. Sure we had heard of the riots, demonstrations and looting. Sure we had heard of people doing bad things to other people. Sure we had seen our friends and family leave the country one by one and we felt all alone. But we had no idea of what was to come next. We had no idea that we would have to abandon our home soon with noting but the clothes on our back.
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