-By Shahpar Selim

“This daybreak, pockmarked-
this morning, night-bitten.
Surely it is not the morning we’d longed for
in whose eager quest all comrades
had set out, hoping that somewhere
in the wilderness of the - sky
would appear the ultimate destination of stars.
Somewhere the wave of the slow night will meet the shore
and somewhere will anchor the boat of the heart’s grief. . ”

– faiz ahmed faiz, freedom’s dawn, 1947

For the past few weeks, London has been in the middle of the “India Now” festival and the BBC TV channel has been showing programmes about India and Pakistan, to celebrate the 60th year of our independence. There are special features about Indian food, Pakistani politics, and even Shahrukh Khan had his new movie premiere in London as part of this mela of all things Indian and Pakistani — the two great nations that were born on the stroke of midnight, as the clock hands joined to salute the two countries together for a split second before they went their separate ways to search for their own destinies.

But on this great day when we celebrate the free identity of the subcontinent…whither art thou, Bangladesh? Didn’t we also get independence from the British?

If you look at the list of special programmes on the BBC TV and radio channels for the India-Pakistan season, you won’t find anything that even covers the region that became Bangladesh.

Bangladeshi writer Tahmima Anam’s article in the BBC gave a good review of the history of Bangladeshi democracy on the eve of our 60th birthday. That too, barely touches on what 1947 must have been like for my homeland (then transitioning from being East Bengal to East Pakistan).

Standing here and now, what do we have in common with our siblings, India and Pakistan? Plenty, for sure! I can stand shoulder to shoulder with my Pakistani and Indian friends and feel tremendous pride at sharing a common heritage and being citizens of free countries. I can read Faiz’s poem about partition and I can share the pain he feels over a traumatic division of India along lines that tore apart families, friends, made promises that were not kept and made enmities that will last forever. I can identify with all of these feelings, but when the flags are being hoisted today, which one are Bangladeshis supposed to gaze at and feel pride? Obviously not India. And certainly never Pakistan. So how do we fit into the history of 1947? Has 1971 erased our name from the roster of those born 60 years ago, today? These were the questions that bothered me — It is also *our* independence day, so why doesn’t the world recognise that? Why do I feel like the sick cousin who has to stay home when the rest of the family is having a picnic? Why no special programmes on the region that became East Pakistan and then Bangladesh? It cant be simple “historical technicality”. Are we just so damn irrelevant? Whose fault is that? They say that the victor writes history. If India and Pakistan are the stars of the history of today (by that I mean August 14/15th), then what does it say about the “also borns”? So wait a minute, before I ponder about the rest of the world, I must ask myself — why don’t we recognise that? It is our independence from the British rulers, and that’s something to recognise, isn’t it?

When I speak to my mother’s side of the family from Assam, I hear a lot of anecdotes about the men and women taking part in the Quit India Movement. But when I talk to my father’s side of the family, conflict-history begins with West vs. East Pakistan. The narrative of what happened in Bangladesh before we became East Pakistan is so hard to come by for the common Bangladeshi layperson, without getting into advanced academic research. Why is that? It can’t be because there are no stories worth telling. I don’t believe that the people of Bangladesh didn’t take part in satyagraha or the khilafat movement. I don’t believe that the people were only passionate about the heinous Hindu-Muslim riots and killings around the mid 1940s that bathed Kolkata, Noakhali, etc. (that prompted Gandhiji to come to Noakhali in 1946 on a peace mission). Lets go even further back – what about the great Titu Mir’s influence in Faridpur? What about Kazi Najrul Islam? Most of the resistance to the British Raj in Bengal may have come from the heartland of Kolkata, and the areas under Bangladesh may not have been a political hub, but surely we had our share of freedom fighters to fought against the British. I refuse to believe there weren’t freedom fighters in Dhaka, Borisal, Rajshahi, Sylhet, Chittagong, Mymensingh etc. who were inspired by the songs of Tagore and Nazrul in the struggle against the British Raj. I refuse to believe we passively “accepted” a prize that our brothers and sisters actively “won”.

Going back to my previous point about the victors writing history: I wonder what it says about Bangladeshis when we deny the freedom struggles in our region in the 1800s and 1900s. When Bengal was first partitioned in 1905, the Muslim leaders in East Bengal thought it was a good economic opportunity for the Muslims, and they supported Lord Curzon’s devious move to divide and conquer. The Hindu majority West Bengalis rightfully protested dividing the nationalist movement along lines of class and religion, and Bengal was reunited in 1912, but the Hindu Muslim tensions remained, and we forever struggled to explain to the world that we are Bengalis and Muslims, not either/or. We are not lesser Muslims (like the West Pakistanis made us feel) and we are not lesser Bengalis (like the West Bengalis made us feel). It is a complex identity that we have and yes, at one time we choose political strategies that privileged the Muslims. It may have been ill judged, but there is no denying it, or looking away from it. Do Bangladeshis deny our political heritage just out of embarrassment of having once been supportive of state formation based on religion (an idea that admittedly blew up in our face and we paid for that mistake in 1971)? Are we not politically mature enough to acknowledge that our Muslim Bengali identity has changed between 1905 to 1947 to 1971? Why are we pretending that our history begins at 1971?

Celebrating August 14/15th is about celebrating the end of our oppression from the British. Now it is true, that we went from one oppressor to the next on August 14th, and we can choose to look at it as the birthday of a horrible mistake, or we can choose to look at it as the day we got independence from the British who ruled us for centuries. In the midnight of August 14th and 15th, when India and Pakistan were created out of the same fabric, we Bangladeshis were also part of that fabric. We may have had another name, but we were not still born. There is blood, history and identity in these veins – and that blood of our forefathers who gave their lives to get rid of the British demand the respect of this generation — to stand up and be counted. If we Bangladeshis don’t recognise that first, the world will not recognise it either.