কী হয়েছে কণা? আমরা সবাই-ই যন্ত্রণার মধ্য দিয়ে যাচ্ছি। অভিযোগ, পালটা অভিযোগের সময় এখন নেই। সবাইকে নিরাপদ রাখতে হবে, এটাই এখন মূখ্য। এর জন্য যদি মুক্তমনা বন্ধ করে দিতে হয়, সেটাও দেবো আমরা। এরকম ভয়াবহ পরিস্থিতি তৈরি হতে পারে, সেটা এখন থেকে দশ বছর আগে কেউ-ই আমরা বুঝি নি। আর অনন্তকে সবচেয়ে যদি কেউ ইনফ্লুয়েন্স করে থাকে, তবে সেটা জাহেদ নয়, অভি নিজেই করেছে। সেই অভিও তো এখন আর জীবিত নেই। অভি নিজে যদি জানতো যে এমন পরিস্থিত তৈরি হবে, সেও নিশ্চয় নিজের এবং অন্যদের জন্য সতর্কতামুলক ব্যবস্থা নিতো। সুস্থির হও, আমাদের বিপদ এখন কাটে নি। আরো অনেক অনন্ত এখন হুমকির সম্মুখিন। আমরা চেষ্টা করছি তাদের বাঁচাতে।
On Sun, May 17, 2015 at 12:22 AM, Kamrun Nahar <alorkona@yahoo.com> wrote:
Mr. Jahed AhmedYou should know, I have no personal enmity with you, neither do I believe in revenge to anyone. But after the death of my child Ananta, I cannot but ask you some questions. You need not answer to me; neither should your present-day active disciples need to babble in respond to my mail. Rather you answer to yourself before the mirror of mind.I knew, from the very beginning, Ananta accepted you and Avijit Roy as his Gurus and followed your path of writing. Living in safe and secure zone of America, you inspired him to be a hardcore writer against fundamentalism without warning him that he lives in a country of blind people and mindless-killers. Was it not your duty to make conscious about his future danger? How did you so irresponsible about his life and many others? Think that your child, whatsoever his name is, lives in Bangladesh and you push him into such a danger without making him aware, will it be justice? You all here claim that you are humanists. But what do humanists really mean? All humanists will and must try to save lives of other people, because one life on earth is for once.How could you sleep in secure room, when Ananta, soaked with blood, was rolling on bed? How did you feel safe, when his soft body was cut with choppers? How did all mukto-monas happily pass their time with their families, when the family of Ananta was going through the grinding of hearts?Ananta was my child, my friend, my brother, and what he was not. Some relations cannot be explained by words. I say, all my beloved ones are the parts of my soul. At the death of Ananta, I lost one part of my soul. His life was a gem, because he was truly a kind–hearted man, who sought to help others by his best.Kamrun NaharBangladesh
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