Everytime when I board a flight from Bangladesh, I have this weird feeling. The final approach and the plane rushing to take off, slight pressure in my chest and the loud noise. And then when the tires go off the ground, the weightless feeling, and the thought of losing the touch with my motherland. I go into a contemplative state thinking that I am not connected to my soil anymore, and if i die now, i can never be here again.
Everytime I fly, I listen to one song on loop, any song. That makes the memory of the trip stay with me forever thorough the song. This time it's all about the fight, all about the spirit of the battle we are fighting. And this time it's all about the songs inspiring us to fight, back then, till now. I feel so disheartened leaving my country this time.
And now as I fly, the wheels go off the ground, I feel the same numb and empty feeling. The pressure on my chest reminds me of all the bullets that has been shot, the weightlessness reminds me of the innocent souls that left us, loud noises remind me of the bullets and helicopters. And this time feels like I am not leaving my beloved soil anymore, I am leaving behind a lump of bloodstained buldozed land and the lives of my people in the hands of a shameless spineless tyrant.
ভায়ের মায়ের এত স্নেহ কোথায় গেলে পাবে কেহ
ওমা তোমার চরণ দুটি বক্ষে আমার ধরি
আমার এই দেশেতে জন্ম যেন এই দেশেতে মরি।
Long live revolution.