Hi Razakar son culprit, corrupt Azmi,
Another notorious (female) RAZAKAR has gone.
Alhamdulillah!
When 2 Lakh Bangalee girls-women were raped in 1971
By RAZAKAR, Al Badar, NaPaki Thola –
Where was the moral - conscious of your 'good' auntie?
We are waiting to see the trial of your father culprit, notorious RAZAKAR Go Azam.
We want all (old and new) Razakar - Al Badar and their family-friends should quit our holy beloved Bangladesh and settle in NaPakistan (what most RAZAKAR - Al Badar and their family-friends did after the Victory day, 16th December, 1971, when 93,000 NaPaki surrendered)
Shame, Shame, Shame
to all
Razakar - Al Badar and their family-friends
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From: A. Amaan Azmi, ndc, psc <azmi2171@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, Jun 20, 2011 at 1:14 AM
Subject: Re: Falil's write up
If U Can't Love the Person u Can See,
How Can U Love the One U Don't See?
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From: A. Amaan Azmi, ndc, psc <azmi2171@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, Jun 20, 2011 at 1:14 AM
Subject: Re: Falil's write up
- Brigadier General (Ex) A. Amaan AZMI
ndc (BD); psc (BD); psc (Malaysia)
M Phil (Part-1; NU); MDS (NU)
Diploma in Management (Malaysia)
M Phil (Part-1; NU); MDS (NU)
Diploma in Management (Malaysia)
Former Faculty & Examiner, National University
Chairman & MD
Vision Consultancy Ltd.
EXCEL THRU VISION
Consultant &
Acting Executive Director
Center for Strategic & Peace Studies (CSPS), Bangladesh.
Consultant
Time International Academy, Gulshan, Dhaka.
Akij Foundation School, Uttara, Dhaka.
Islami Bank Int'l School & College, Mirpur, Dhaka.
Chairman & MD
Vision Consultancy Ltd.
EXCEL THRU VISION
Consultant &
Acting Executive Director
Center for Strategic & Peace Studies (CSPS), Bangladesh.
Consultant
Time International Academy, Gulshan, Dhaka.
Akij Foundation School, Uttara, Dhaka.
Islami Bank Int'l School & College, Mirpur, Dhaka.
Time International Academy, Uttara, Dhaka.
IES School, Moghbazar, Dhaka.
MA HAAD School & College, Uttara, Dhaka.
IES School, Moghbazar, Dhaka.
MA HAAD School & College, Uttara, Dhaka.
If U Can't Love the Person u Can See,
How Can U Love the One U Don't See?
Assalamu Alaikum
Falil requested to forward this message below.
Allah Hafez.
-Babul (Minhaj).
KDM Minhajul Islam kislam99@hotmail.com
> To: bagkc.usa@gmail.com; kislam99@hotmail.com; mkhan98@hotmail.com
> Subject: The passing of my beloved grandmother
> From: mez2010@aim.com
> Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 14:45:58 -0400
>
> Dear Friends, Family, and Fellow members of my Ummah,
>
> My name is Falil and I am the son of Minhaj Islam and Munira Khan. I
> write you today on a very solemn note. Last night, my dadu, Mrs. Syeda
> Ayesha Islam, passed away after 10pm, here in the States, in Dhaka. She
> was 75 years old. Dadu leaves behind twelve children (nine sons and
> three daughters), dozens of grandchildren, and even some great
> grandchildren. Beyond just telling you this news, I would also like to
> tell you a little bit about her.
>
> My dadu was a woman who had nothing and gave everything. She was small
> and frail in size and stature, weighing only about 95 lbs and standing
> at just shy of 5 feet, but what Allah did not give her in physical
> strength was more than compensated for in her emotional strength.
> Considering all the trials and tribulations that this amazing woman
> went through in her life, it was amazing that she didn't spend the
> majority of her latter years in tears. Instead, she stood as the rock
> that held my family together. Dadu was born and raised, impoverished,
> in the graam (village) in Bangladesh but served as the catalyst for
> being the woman that got to see seven of twelve children become wealthy
> and successful in the industrialized world overseas. It takes a unique
> kind of woman, with the heart of a lion and courage that can not be
> matched to go from the former stage, to the latter. Dadu had her first
> child at a time when the average girl of that age would have more than
> likely been in her early years of high school, giving up whatever
> amusement that comes with youth, to skyrocket into womanhood and raise
> a family. Often times, my Dada Bhai would go off to Pakistan to do
> business for a long stretch of time, so here was this young woman, who
> already had several children over the years, left to care for, feed,
> and nurture all of them on her own.
>
> One's mother is always the person they turn to when facing trouble and
> fear out in the real world. On top of having troubles of her own to
> deal with, Dadu felt the pains and sorrows of each and every one of her
> children when they came to speak to them of all the happenings in their
> lives. Sometimes, I'm left to wonder how much of a great disparity
> there must have been between the times that Dadu smiled, or laughed,
> and the times when she felt anguish. She was far from being blessed
> with all the bounties that we are all given in modern times and with
> our modern wealth. She did not even get the opportunity to receive much
> of a formal education, yet the kind of intellect, character,
> personality, and demeanor with which this wonderful individual
> conducted herself can never be found in most others.
>
> When she was at Overland Park Regional Hospital here in Kansas, Sarju
> and I both discussed the kind of strength it surely must have taken for
> a woman in the condition that Dadu was in to come back to relatively
> good health. We were both then convinced that she would outlive most of
> the members in our family and surely live to be in her late 90s, if not
> longer. Sadly, we were mistaken.
>
> At the end of the day, life will go on and time will continue to pass
> day by day. Many of you did not know, or even get a chance to meet my
> Dadu, but we must all remember that even though life will go on, we
> will all one day be in the same place that Dadu is in right now. So to
> conclude, all I ask of all of you is to do what you would want all of
> your loved ones to do when this day comes for you, to keep this person
> in your prayers and to think of the fact that this day is in store for
> all of us before making our choices. We all realize what we should have
> done more or better with our loved ones after they pass, such is the
> nature of life. Once it has happened, though, all we can do is remember
> the best of times.
>
> Thank you for reading this e-mail. I hope the very best for you all.
>
> Sincerely,
> Falil
>
>
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