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#WEWANTJUSTICE

Road safety is a basic amenity. As a citizen of Bangladesh, and as a human, demanding such safety should not be an issue to be handled with brutality and blood shred. I have grown up here in Dhaka and by far I can remember, all the protests led by people of this country were handled with violation of human rights. The polices always interfered into these matters with rubber bullets or even actual ones. Maybe they think this is the right way to calm the chaos but it only adds up to the situation. External parties want to suppress or delay the justice by taking lives of the protesters. There are horrifying images of students being slaughtered/injured in the most sensitive body parts you can imagine that getting viral and all this because they wanted their basic amenity met by the leader that this country people elected/ by unfair means got elected. How does this sound fair? How does this even make any sense? How do the leaders stand and play wicked games just to sustain their power of positions and destroy the future of the youth who stood up for the actual development of this country? Yet you think, humans are civilized nation. Yet you would think there's still hope for this country.

If respective leaders, played their part right, this wouldn't be happening. Greed has destroyed even the little bit of humanity left in their hearts. They want power, money and position. That is all they want. They will live in mansions. They will have their legacy, a long chain of generations, living with riches they have earned with corrupted system and they don't have a tiny bit worrying about this country's situations and issues. And that is ironic. That is just beyond any tragedy I have encountered.

If Bangladesh had the right leaders, If the people here were driven by faithful parties, we wouldn't have to observe this tragedy. Students who are supposed to our future, our only hope, are killed and punished for the bold characters they shown and it hurts to the core of my heart to be thinking about the horrors their families and they've been going through. I don't know what parties did what they did, what most terrifies me is aftermath of this incidents. I always loathed the bus service in this country, I always loathed the traffic system, but right now what I truly solely hate is being a citizen here. We are helpless and hopeless and nothing is being done in the name of justice. I am shameful to be called Bangladeshi. I am shameful to be born here. Today I really am. 







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