Original writer: Faiek Fazal (BBA Student, NSU)
Reading the first few lines of this article will probably get you thinking that this is one of those same old boring articles trying to get a point out to the world, blah, blah, blahâ€¦. I assure you this is nothing like that. It takes a lot of nerves to sit down right now and write this article. Let me tell you why. I went to the Dhaka Medical College Hospital last night. Not some place anyone would like to go everyday, but unfortunately some of us are unlucky to end up there somehow or another.
Since you already heard the word hospital you can guess this is not going to be pleasant. Well Iâ€™m sorry to disappoint you but I have been left with no other choice. Last night one of our respected teachers has passed away. Everyone must go when their time comes, Iâ€™m not arguing about that. But how does it feel if that person is a young man in his early thirties? To make things worse he had no physical complications. The reason why he has passed away today is because he was murdered. Yes!! I repeat HE WAS MURDERED. A simple man living his day to day life was returning home, but he was unlucky to become one of the victims of our well known hijackers.
Do you know how people in distress are treated in Bangladesh? Let me help you if you donâ€™t. Mr. Dewan Rahman Khan was a lecturer of North South University. He used to teach us accounting and management. He was a fun loving person. Someone you would love to become friends with and believe me when I say this none of his students will disagree to that statement. He had Iftar with our honorable Vice Chancellor and then took class from 7 till 8:20 pm. After classes he doesnâ€™t roam about but rather goes straight back home. A couple of hours went by and his family members started to worry. His father-in-law went out to search for him. Tragedy struck when he found sir at Dhaka Medical College Hospital.
The police said they found him near the army stadium, but there was no reason for him to go in that direction, he lives in Dhanmondi. When his relatives arrived at DMC they found him locked in a room with no doctors or even nurses to aid him. His brothers cried for help. They looked everywhere for a doctor but no one came. The doctors have already announced him dead. His students ran and got oxygen for him. Some of them even said they could feel a pulse, but who cares? They tried to take him out to another hospital, they werenâ€™t allowed. Apparently itâ€™s the law. Funny, isnâ€™t it? We have a law to take a person all the way from Uttara to DMC regardless of whether that person could have survived if he received treatment a few minutes earlier.
Two hours went by and a doctor finally came. But its no use heâ€™s already long gone. Are these people actually doctors? Who gave them their degree? Oh opps maybe they are doctors with a degree and all but you know what Iâ€™ll let you in on a little secret. Theyâ€™re not human beings.
Anyone reading this right now would agree with me right now a personâ€™s life comes above all else. I guess the doctors at DMC disagree with us here. To them its already too late, â€œwhatâ€™s gone is goneâ€ I guess. Well what can we do? Nothing I guess. All of us just sat there outside the room and watched as Sir passed away in front of our eyes.
If you havenâ€™t stopped reading yet I suggest you spend just 5 minutes of your life and read the rest of this article. This is a humble appeal to everyone out there â€“ men, women, children, it doesnâ€™t matter. Help us. Help us change the situation of this country.
What would you want to do if your brother, God forbid, passed away. Wouldnâ€™t you want to wash his body and make all preparations for his burial? Poor Mr. Dewanâ€™s family isnâ€™t that lucky tonight. They have to wait till the morning when someone performs an autopsy. Why cant they just do that now? Well thereâ€™s no one to do it. Ridiculous isnâ€™t it? Whyâ€™d you keep the hospital then? Thereâ€™s no doctors to attend the patients, there are no doctors to perform an autopsy, there even isnâ€™t someone to get a freaking oxygen cylinder!!
As we stood there weeping. A police van came along. They brought three men in handcuffs. One screaming at the top of his lungs in pain. They were brought here for medical treatment. Now hereâ€™s the interesting part. Let me take you through the procedures. The men stood there as the police officers shook hands with numerous people. Then they went and filled up some register books and then everyone just stood there. 20 minutes already gone by. No one came to treat the men. Guess it was too much to ask for or theyâ€™re criminals why should they be treated?
As for the people who did this to our beloved sir I hope youâ€™re literate enough to read this. How could you be so cruel? How could you do something so inhuman? You want the cell phone? Take it. You want the wallet? Take it. Take everything for godâ€™s sake, but why do you have to kill someone for it. Doesnâ€™t anyone ever think about the consequences? What will happen to his wife? They were married for just a couple of years. What will happen to his father? His mother? Will all her screams and tears bring her loved one back?
Sir was strangled to death and then dropped in front of army stadium where the police apparently picked him up from. They found spices in his eyes Iâ€™m guessing the muggers rubbed it in so that he couldnâ€™t see their faces.
As for NSU Authority congratulations you just lost another great teacher. Because you can not assure a safer transport system for your faculty members which would cost you lesser then half the amount of 1 students semester fee.