How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
-William Shakespeare
I grew up in the post-East Pakistan era, and my only exposure to Bangladesh was initially through textbooks that were at best sheepish about the events surrounding its liberation. History was suspended by the school narratives. As a young adult, I was exposed to the injustices once meted out to Pakistan’s largest wing by an outspoken history teacher. Later, when I blurted out those acquired facts in characteristic drawing room discussions, I sensed an unease; silence was advised by a discerning elder.
Such silence, unfortunately, haunted the post-1971 social and cultural milieu of Pakistan……
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Dara Shikoh with a saint [Src: A. Mittal]
