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Today is the Victory day of my country: BANGLADESH

16 December 1971: On this fine day a new nation was born in this world. A nation with a lot dreams, a nation with hope, a nation with courage and bravery. Bangladesh, from my insight, the happiest country on earth though it is one of the poorest. 9 months of bloodshed war brought this country to freedom. Many lives were sacrificed, many dreams were kept unseen just to make one dream come true: freedom. I salute those Martyrs who laid down their valuable lives for the emergence of a brand new nation: Bangladesh.
Let us just don't enjoy the day, let us just don't party around all day along, let us also remember the numerous sacrifices which established this small land into a nation. Let us don't divide ourselves into some groups, let the whole nation be a group. Let us make the bond stronger among the whole country. Let us conquer all the problems of our country like we conquered in 1971.
On this day, why don't we bestow a little time from our lives to respect the brave Martyrs for whom we are living a free life now? Why don't we grant some of our time to feel the victory deep in our soul and pledge thyself to make a better Bangladesh? Why don't we sacrifice a little bit for this country if those millions of lives could be sacrificed to give birth to this country?
I love my country, I salute those martyrs, I respect those sacrifices, I feel proud to be a Bangladeshi but I also feel ashamed of the stupid ignorant politics of two big political parties of this country, I feel ashamed when T.I. selects us as one of the top corrupted countries of this world, I feel ashamed when I see the liars ruling this country. But I'm not finished, we are not finished! We have courage, we have got the potential and I know we will conquer all the problems one day and on that day, I swear, all the souls of this great nation will feel the touch of victory.
Let the pride be upright, let the nation be upright. Let the Bangladesh be upright. We love this great nation of ours!
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