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I surrender all to You. Let my heart trust in You let my fear fall. Let Your love carry me through it all. I will hold onto You even through pain. Wont You take me away with You!
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taken by Jeremy Johnson.(my youth pastor)
edited by me
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BANGABANDHU SHEIKH MUJIBUR RAHMAN
The life of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman is the saga of a great leader turning peoplepower into an armed struggle that liberated a nation and created the world’s ninth most populous state. The birth of the sovereign state of Bangladesh in December 1971, after a heroic war of nine months against the Pakistani colonial rule, was the triumph of his faith in the destiny of his people. Sheikh Mujib, endearingly called Bangabandhu or friend of Bangladesh, rose from the people, molded their hopes and aspirations into a dream and staked his life in the long battle for making it real. He was a true democrat, and he employed in his struggle for securing justice and fairplay for the Bengalees only democratic and constitutional weapons until the last moment. It is no accident of history that in an age of military coup d’etat and ‘strong men’, Sheikh Mujib attained power through elections and mass movement and that in an age of decline of democracy he firmly established democracy in one of the least developed countries of Asia.
Sheikh Mujib was born on 17 March 1920 in a middle class family at Tungipara in Gopalganj district. Standing 5 feet 11 inches, he was taller than the average Bengalee. Nothing pleased him more than being close to the masses, knowing their joys and sorrows and being part of their travails and triumphs. He spoke their soft language but in articulating their sentiments his voice was powerful and resonant. He had not been educated abroad, nor did he learn the art of hiding feelings behind sophistry; yet he was loved as much by the urban educated as the common masses of the villages. He inspired the intelligentsia and the working class alike. He did not, however, climb to leadership overnight.
Early Political Life: His political life began as an humble worker while he was still a student. He was fortunate to come in early contact with such towering personalities as Hussain Shaheed Suhrawardy and A K Fazlul Huq, both charismatic Chief Ministers of undivided Bengal. Adolescent Mujib grew up under the gathering gloom of stormy politics as the aging British raj in India was falling apart and the Second World War was violently rocking the continents. He witnessed the ravages of the war and the stark realities of the great famine of 1943 in which about five million people lost their lives. The tragic plight of the people under colonial rule turned young Mujib into a rebel.
This was also the time when he saw the legendary revolutionary Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose challenging the British raj. Also about this time he came to know the works of Bernard Shaw, Karl Marx, Rabindranath Tagore and rebel poet Kazi Nazrul Islam. Soon after the partition of India in 1947 it was felt that the creation of Pakistan with its two wings separated by a physical distance of about 1,200 miles was a geographical monstrosity. The economic, political, cultural and linguistic characters of the two wings were also different. Keeping the two wings together under the forced bonds of a single state structure in the name of religious nationalism would merely result in a rigid political control and economic exploitation of the eastern wing by the all-powerful western wing which controlled the country’s capital and its economic and military might.
Early Movement: In 1948 a movement was initiated to make Bengali one of the state languages of Pakistan. This can be termed the first stirrings of the movement for an independent Bangladesh. The demand for cultural freedom gradually led to the demand for national independence. During that language movement Sheikh Mujib was arrested and sent to jail. During the blood-drenched language movement in 1952 he was again arrested and this time he provided inspiring leadership of the movement from inside the jail.
In 1954 Sheikh Mujib was elected a member of the then East Pakistan Assembly. He joined A K Fazlul Huq’s United Front government as the youngest minister. The ruling clique of Pakistan soon dissolved this government and Shiekh Mujib was once again thrown into prison. In 1955 he was elected a member of the Pakistan Constituent Assembly and was again made a minister when the Awami League formed the provincial government in 1956. Soon after General Ayub Khan staged a military coup in Pakistan in 1958, Sheikh Mujib was arrested once again and a number of cases were instituted against him. He was released after 14 months in prison but was re-arrested in February 1962. In fact, he spent the best part of his youth behind the prison bars.
Supreme Test: March 7, 1971 was a day of supreme test in his life. Nearly two million freedom loving people assembled at the Ramna Race Course Maidan, later renamed Suhrawardy Uddyan, on that day to hear their leader’s command for the battle for liberation. The Pakistani military junta was also waiting to trap him and to shoot down the people on the plea of suppressing a revolt against the state. Sheikh Mujib spoke in a thundering voice but in a masterly well-calculated restrained language. His historic declaration in the meeting was: "Our struggle this time is for freedom. Our struggle this time is for independence." To deny the Pakistani military an excuse for a crackdown, he took care to put forward proposals for a solution of the crisis in a constitutional way and kept the door open for negotiations.
The crackdown, however, did come on March 25 when the junta arrested Sheikh Mujib for the last time and whisked him away to West Pakistan for confinement for the entire duration of the liberation war. In the name of suppressing a rebellion the Pakistani military let loose hell on the unarmed civilians throughout Bangladesh and perpetrated a genocide killing no less than three million men, women and children, raping women in hundreds of thousands and destroying property worth billions of taka. Before their ignominious defeat and surrender they, with the help of their local collaborators, killed a large number of intellectuals, university professors, writers, doctors, journalists, engineers and eminent persons of other professions. In pursuing a scorch-earth policy they virtually destroyed the whole of the country’s infrastructure. But they could not destroy the indomitable spirit of the freedom fighters nor could they silence the thundering voice of the leader. Tape recordings of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib’s 7th March speech kept on inspiring his followers throughout the war.
Return and Reconstruction: Forced by international pressure and the imperatives of its own domestic predicament, Pakistan was obliged to release Sheikh Mujib from its jail soon after the liberation of Bangladesh and on 10 January 1972 the great leader returned to his beloved land and his admiring nation.
But as he saw the plight of the country his heart bled and he knew that there would be no moment of rest for him. Almost the entire nation including about ten million people returning from their refuge in India had to be rehabilitated, the shattered economy needed to be put back on the rail, the infrastructure had to be rebuilt, millions had to be saved from starvation and law and order had to be restored. Simultaneously, a new constitution had to be framed, a new parliament had to be elected and democratic institutions had to be put in place. Any ordinary mortal would break down under the pressure of such formidable tasks that needed to be addressed on top priority basis. Although simple at heart, Sheikh Mujib was a man of cool nerves and of great strength of mind. Under his charismatic leadership the country soon began moving on to the road to progress and the people found their long-cherished hopes and aspirations being gradually realized.
Assassination: But at this critical juncture, his life was cut short by a group of anti-liberation reactionary forces who in a pre-dawn move on 15 August 1975 not only assassinated him but 23 of his family members and close associates. Even his 10 year old son Russel’s life was not spared by the assassins. The only survivors were his two daughters, Sheikh Hasina - now the country’s Prime Minister - and her younger sister Sheikh Rehana, who were then away on a visit to Germany. In killing the father of the Nation, the conspirators ended a most glorious chapter in the history of Bangladesh but they could not end the great leader’s finest legacy- the rejuvenated Bengali nation. In a fitting tribute to his revered memory, the present government has declared August 15 as the national mourning day. On this day every year the people would be paying homage to the memory of a man who became a legend in his won lifetime. Bangabandhu lives in the heart of his people. Bangladesh and Bangabandhu are one and inseparable. Bangladesh was Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman’s vision and he fought and died for it.
My practical experience, some of new leaders of BNP (retired amla) wants to be leader. They want to show something to Khaleda Zia in strike period. Want to be talk of the day as like Sadek Hossain Khoka. Khoka hold liquid tomato pack with him and blasted in due time while police caught him on the streets. Remember people? Shamsher Mobin Choudhury Beer Bikram Freedom fighter, I salute for his contribution, but I enjoyed his acting on strike period with police SI. He want to be arrested then news will be like this “Beer Bikram Shamsher Mobin Choudhury didn’t relief from the police tortured.
Good attitude but no need to do this simple acting for growing the attraction of Khaleda. Next time he will be foreign Minister if BNP comes to the power.
“'Was there one thing in particular that caused you to lose your faith in God?' I asked at the outset.
He thought for a moment. 'It was a photograph in Life magazine,' he said finally.
'Really?' I said. 'A photograph? How so?'
He narrowed his eyes a bit and looked off to the side, as if he were viewing the photo afresh and reliving the moment. 'It was a picture of a black woman in Northern Africa,' he explained. 'They were experiencing a devastating drought. And she was holding her dead baby in her arms and looking up to heaven with the most forlorn expression. I looked at it and I thought, “Is it possible to believe that there is a loving or caring Creator when all this woman needed was rain?”'
As he emphasized the word rain, his bushy gray eyebrows shot up and his arms gestured toward heaven as if beckoning for a response.
'How could a loving God do this to that woman?' he implored as he got more animated, moving to the edge of his chair. 'Who runs the rain? I don't; you don't. He does - or that's what I thought. But when I saw that photograph, I immediately knew it is not possible for this to happen and for there to be a loving God. There was no way. Who else but a fiend could destroy a baby and virtually kill its mother with agony – when all that was needed was rain?'” - Lee Strobel interviewing Charles Templeton
“Faith drained them of the guilt that had oppressed them. Faith replaced despondency with hope. Faith infused them with new direction and purpose. Faith unlocked heaven. Faith was like cool water soaking their parched souls.” -Strobel
So here is something I have wanted to write on for a few weeks now. I think that this will be significantly different from some of my earlier writings, in that it is focused more on quotes from scripture rather than my own opinion. So, here goes nothing...
Earlier today I was taking part in a short conversation about free will. How much free will do we have and how much control does God exert over us. Let's take it a step further. How much control does God exert over the world. C.S. Lewis, when talking about miracles, once said that you don't have to look far to find a miracle of God: if you look at a vineyard you will find God taking water from the sky and making it into wine everyday; if you look in the sea you will see God taking one fish and turning it into enough to feed five thousand. The miracles of nature are being performed everyday. But how? We see God's creation still limping along trying to fulfill the purposes God created them for, recreating his miracles. I want to use one of Joe's most quoted verses:
“Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith!” Luke 12:24-28
God provides for them. That seems to lean more towards Templeton, who would say because God did not provide, he does not exist. But I think that the fundamental issue we are looking at is possibly a bit different than it first appears. You shouldn't worry about tomorrow, you should trust God to provide. But to hold that alone is to take a verse and twist it. Another verse:
"My food," said Jesus, "is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work. Do you not say, 'Four months more and then the harvest'? I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest. Even now the reaper draws his wages, even now he harvests the crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together. Thus the saying 'One sows and another reaps' is true. I sent you to reap what you have not worked for. Others have done the hard work, and you have reaped the benefits of their labor." John 4:34-38
And another:
“Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” -Luke 12:33-34
So now what does the story say? God will provide, both for our bodies and our spirits, real food and spiritual food. How do we get this food? We can't just expect mana from Heaven... honestly. He says it right there! Doing the work of the Father! So now we've established that this is important, food from God is the fruit of serving him.
"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing... This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.” -John 15:5,8
We bear the fruit! We give the physical and food and we bring the spiritual food, and it is the Holy Spirit in us that makes it possible. Like Shaine Claiborne says, we are the hands and feet of Jesus in the world. It is God working on us like a vine dresser trimming branches. Any part that does not produce fruit, God asks us to get rid of. Going back quickly to Luke, God again calls us to give to the poor. Provide for them! Show your faithfulness to God and he shows you what faithfulness really means. Anyone who has taken part in a mission trip can attest to this: you help someone else, and God helps you, and together you praise God for what he has done. If you can't relate to this, you need to go on one of these trips to experience it yourself. But I will warn you, it's addictive.
Finally, Templeton says that if this child died from thirst, God is a fiend. I disagree strongly. I think that if this child died from thirst, then Christians are fiends. I don't think God could tell us more clearly that this is our part in the world as his followers. If it wasn't clear enough, let me try to clear it up for you again.
“Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act. Do not say to your neighbor, "Come back later; I'll give it tomorrow"— when you now have it with you.” -Proverbs 3:27-28
Any other Americans out there who read this feel ashamed? It's as if God were looking ahead all those years to this moment in time and saying to Christians in America, 'how dare you?'. As Amanda can relate, God is out of time, he is then, now, and in the time still to come, of course he knew we would need to be told this! The duty is ours. Why did this child die? Why did it's mother have to suffer that ordeal? Because God didn't bring the rain? No, it's because we rich selfish stingy fiendish American Christians (if we can still claim the title of Christians, certainly by biblical standards we cannot) would not surrender our rain to those who needed it. We know we have the water, and if we don't have the water we certainly have the money and resources to get it. Charles Templeton died in 2001, having never been given this solution to his objection. But the point, is it is our duty to take up the case for suffering. We need to surrender the rain.
Special thanks to Seth for this final quote from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
“The church must be reminded that it is not the master or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience of the state. It must be the guide and the critic of the state, and never its tool. If the church does not recapture its prophetic zeal, it will become an irrelevant social club without moral or spiritual authority. If the church does not participate actively in the struggle for peace and for economic and racial justice, it will forfeit the loyalty of millions and cause men everywhere to say that it has atrophied its will. But if the church will free itself from the shackles of a deadening status quo, and, recovering its great historic mission, will speak and act fearlessly and insistently in terms of justice and peace, it will enkindle the imagination of mankind and fire the souls of men, imbuing them with a glowing and ardent love for truth, justice and peace. Men far and near will know the church as a great fellowship of love that provides light and bread for lonely travelers at midnight.”
Body of a Woman
Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look yourself like a world in your attitude of surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
and the night enveloped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged to you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Ah those goblets of the chest! Ah those eyes of absence!
Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your voice slow and sad!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my unbounded desire, my uncertain road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst follows,
and tiredness follows, and the infinite ache.
~Pablo Neruda~
trying to find it, to breathe again
and only surrender will help you now
i love you, please see and believe again
Surrender yourself to more than you can SEE
Surrender yourself to more than you can TOUCH
Surrender yourself to more than you
can SMELL
Surrender yourself to more than you can TASTE
Surrender yourself to more than you can HEAR
Surrender yourself to GOD
Unconditional Surrender is a series of sculptures by J Seward Johnson resembling a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V–J day in Times Square, but said by Johnson to be based on a similar, less well known, photograph by Victor Jorgensen.
Sloan Avenue & Klockner Road (across the road from the Hamilton Transit Center - 720 Sloan Avenue Hamilton, NJ 08619 - Google Map
♪♫ i surrender, David Sylvian ♪♫
I opened up the pathway of the heart
The flowers died embittered from the start
That night I crossed the bridge of sighs and I surrendered
I looked back and glimpsed the outline of a boy
His life of sorrows now collapsing into joy
And tonight the stars are all aligned and I surrender
My mother cries beneath a southern sky and I surrender
Recording angels and the poets of the night
Bring back the trophies of the battles that we fight
Searchlights fill the open skies and I surrender
Outrageous cries of love have called you back
Derailed the trains of thought, demolished wayward tracks
You tell me I've no need to wonder why I just surrender
I stand too close to see the sleight of hand
How she found this child inside the frightened man
Tonight I'm learning how to fly and I surrender
I've travelled all this way for your embrace
Enraptured by the recognition on your face
Hold me now while my old life dies tonight and I surrender
My mother cries beneath the open skies and I surrender
An ancient evening just before the fall
The light in your eyes, the meaning of it all
Birds fly and fill the summer skies and I surrender
She throws the burning books into the sea
"Come find the meaning of the word inside of me"
It's alright the stars are all aligned and I surrender
My mother cries beneath the moonlit skies and I surrender
My body turns to ashes in her hands
The disappearing world of footprints in the sand
Tell me now that this love will never die and I'll surrender
My mother cries beneath the open skies and I surrender
A long line of Japanese officers wait to surrender their swords to the 25th Indian Division at Kuala Lumpur.this photo was in a box of my grandads things not sure if he took the photo or not as it was banned to take photos.but he was part of the honour gauard.
I have visited this ruin for many years, and am sad to say that it is slowly crumbling away. Not helped by vandals, who, as it is near the roadside, have the opportunity to park nearby.
It is on the Monuments at Risk register.
Description: Surrender of German troops at Cherbourg-Octeville in Normandy.
Date: 26th June 1944
Our Catalogue Reference: ADM 202/598
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- "sorelle" da parte di padre, i loro fiori sono sbocciati contemporaneamente!! Per la "Sweet Surrender" (P. kermesina x P.garckei) è il primo fiore !! La P "Annika" (P."Pura Vida x P. garckei) non fiorisce frequentemente e tra una fioritura e l'altra (di solito 1-3 fiori fino ad 8 a settembre) passano mesi . La forma dei due boccioli è praticamente identica, eccetto il colore che trapela il giorno precedente all'apertura (piu' intenso nella P."Annika")
I petali e sepali della P."Sweet Surrender" sono piu' lunghi di quelle della P."AnniKa " di circa 5 mm e più rosati; la corolla tende a retroflettersi immediatamente dopo l'apertura del fiore, fino ad una retroflessione estrema, mentre questa nella P."Annika" è più moderata.
I filamenti della corona più lunghi, morbidi , di un colore azzurro più chiaro e bianchissimi alla base specie nelle serie centrali, nella 'Sweet Surrender' tendono ad accompagnare la retroflessione della corolla in maggior misura che nella 'Annika'
A two-week firearms surrender has been hailed a success after 243 guns were handed in.
Between 13th and 26th November, people were given the opportunity to surrender their guns anonymously at police stations across Greater Manchester.
Among the haul of pistols, revolvers, shotguns and handguns handed in was a 1973 Colt Revolver, Black P.Beretta, Gardone Vt 1936-Xiv and 9MM Walther P38.
A large quantity of ammunition was also surrendered.
More guns were handed in during this surrender than the previous two carried out in 2016 (221) and 2014 (225).
The firearms surrender was supported by the father and friends of Halton McCollin who tragically lost his life in 2008 when he was shot in the back of the head in Stretford.
Halton’s loved ones should have been celebrating his 30th birthday but instead joined Greater Manchester Police in appealing for people to give up the gun in the hope it’ll stop any other family going through the same pain.
Detective Chief Superintendent Mary Doyle said: “The surrender has been a great success and has seen 243 weapons taken off the streets, which is 243 fewer weapons that can cause harm and devastation within our communities.
“Although our surrender has finished, our fight against gun crime is far from over and we continue to focus our activity against those that use guns in their criminal activities.
“If you know somebody who has a gun, or is involved in firearms criminality, please tell us about it before another family is torn apart by a bullet.”
To report gun crime, contact Greater Manchester Police on 101 or 999 if a crime is in progress. Alternatively call Crimestoppers anonymously on 0800 555 111.
Use the hashtag #GiveUpTheGun on social media to join in the conversation.
To find out more about Greater Manchester Police please visit
You should call 101, the national non-emergency number, to report crime and other concerns that do not require an emergency response.
Always call 999 in an emergency, such as when a crime is in progress, violence is being used or threatened or where there is danger to life.
You can also call anonymously with information about crime to Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111.
Crimestoppers is an independent charity who will not want your name, just your information. Your call will not be traced or recorded and you do not have to go to court or give a statement.