My country, my dream...
I didn't see our glorious liberation war in 1971, as I was a mere boy about to go to school at that time. However, when I came of age gradually, I learnt how our freedom fighters sacrificed their lives to liberate the land from the filthy clutches of the oppressors. I watched all the movies on the war, read books and met people that helped me to learn the facts, and from that time onwards I started to sense the very essence of the war and tried to visualise the wartime and the heroic deeds of the sons of the land and started to form a dream about my beloved country. I had dream that we all would establish a discrimination and corruption free society by going forward united where all would be enjoying all kinds of equality and freedom.
We have scaled a modest height, we've ushered in democracy, got blessed with quite a few visionary minds to lead the country. We've progressed in areas like empowerment of rural women through micro credit, education, heath and the media that is strong enough to voice and uphold truth by calling a spade a spade.
My dream fumbles at times though our overall progress is quite satisfactory and we are on the marchit gets shattered when I see that corruption of all sorts is engulfing the independent country.
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