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Martyred Intellectuals Memorial (Bengali: বুদ্ধিজীবি স্মৃতি সৌধ) is a memorial built for the memory of the martyred intellectuals of Bangladesh Liberation War. The memorial, located at Rayerbazar, Mohammadpur Thana in Dhaka[1], was designed by architect Mostafa Ali Kuddus. During the entire duration of Bangladesh Liberation War of 1971, a large number of teachers, doctors, engineers, poets and writers were systematically massacred by Pakistan Army and their local collaborators, most notably the alleged Islamist militia groups Al-Badr and [Al-Shams (Bangladesh)|[Al-Shams]]. The largest number of assassinations took place on December 14, 1971, only two days before the surrender of Pakistan army to the joint force of Indian army and Mukti bahini.
Closer view of Rayerbazar intellectuals' memorial.
Foundation plaque of the memorial, Mirpur, Dhaka.
In the night of 14 December 1971, over 200 of East Pakistan's intellectuals including professors, journalists, doctors, artists, engineers, and writers were rounded up in Dhaka. They were taken blindfolded to torture cells in Mirpur, Mohammadpur, Nakhalpara, Rajarbagh and other locations in different sections of the city. Later they were executed en masse, most notably at Rayerbazar and Mirpur. In memory of the martyred intellectuals, December 14 is mourned in Bangladesh as Shaheed Buddhijibi Dibosh ("Day of the Martyred Intellectuals").
Even after the official ending of the war on December 16 there were reports of hostile fire from the armed Pakistani soldiers and their collaborators. In one such incident, notable film-maker Zahir Raihan was killed on January 30, 1972 in Mirpur, allegedly by the armed Beharis of Mirpur.
The number of intellectuals killed is estimated as follows: educationist 991, journalist 13, physician 49, lawyer 42, others (litterateur, artist and engineer) 16.[2]
Noted intellectuals who were killed between March 25 and December 16, 1971 in different parts of the country included Govinda Chandra Dev (Philosopher, Professor at DU), Munier Chowdhury (Litterateur, Dramatist, Professor at DU), Mufazzal Haider Chaudhury (Litterateur, Professor at DU), Anwar Pasha (Litterateur, Professor at DU), Dr. Mohammed Fazle Rabbee (cardiologist), Dr. Alim Chowdhury (ophthalmologist), Shahidullah Kaisar (journalist), Nizamuddin Ahmed (Reporter), Selina Parvin (reporter), Altaf Mahmud (lyricist and musician), Dr. Hobibur Rahman (mathematician, Professor at RU), Dhirendranath Datta (politician), Ranadaprasad Saha (philanthropist), Lt. Col. Moazzem Hossain (ex-soldier), Mamun Mahmood (Police Officer), and many others.
Martyred Intellectuals Memorial (Bengali: বুদ্ধিজীবি স্মৃতি সৌধ) is a memorial built for the memory of the martyred intellectuals of Bangladesh Liberation War. The memorial, located at Rayerbazar, Mohammadpur Thana in Dhaka[1], was designed by architect Md. Jame- Al- Shafi and Farid Uddin Ahmed. During the entire duration of Bangladesh Liberation War of 1971, a large number of teachers, doctors, engineers, poets and writers were systematically massacred by Pakistan Army and their local collaborators, most notably the alleged Islamist militia groups Al-Badr and [Al-Shams (Bangladesh)|[Al-Shams]]. The largest number of assassinations took place on December 14, 1971, only two days before the surrender of Pakistan army to the joint force of Indian army and Mukti bahini. Closer view of Rayerbazar intellectuals' memorial. Foundation plaque of the memorial, Mirpur, Dhaka.
In the night of 14 December 1971, over 200 of East Pakistan's intellectuals including professors, journalists, doctors, artists, engineers, and writers were rounded up in Dhaka. They were taken blindfolded to torture cells in Mirpur, Mohammadpur, Nakhalpara, Rajarbagh and other locations in different sections of the city. Later they were executed en masse, most notably at Rayerbazar and Mirpur. In memory of the martyred intellectuals, December 14 is mourned in Bangladesh as Shaheed Buddhijibi Dibosh ("Day of the Martyred Intellectuals").
Even after the official ending of the war on December 16 there were reports of hostile fire from the armed Pakistani soldiers and their collaborators. In one such incident, notable film-maker Zahir Raihan was killed on January 30, 1972 in Mirpur, allegedly by the armed Beharis of Mirpur.
The number of intellectuals killed is estimated as follows: educationist 991, journalist 13, physician 49, lawyer 42, others (litterateur, artist and engineer) 16.[2]
Noted intellectuals who were killed between March 25 and December 16, 1971 in different parts of the country included Govinda Chandra Dev (Philosopher, Professor at DU), Munier Chowdhury (Litterateur, Dramatist, Professor at DU), Mufazzal Haider Chaudhury (Litterateur, Professor at DU), Anwar Pasha (Litterateur, Professor at DU), Dr. Mohammed Fazle Rabbee (cardiologist), Dr. Alim Chowdhury (ophthalmologist), Shahidullah Kaisar (journalist), Nizamuddin Ahmed (Reporter), Selina Parvin (reporter), Altaf Mahmud (lyricist and musician), Dr. Hobibur Rahman (mathematician, Professor at RU), Dhirendranath Datta (politician), Ranadaprasad Saha (philanthropist), Lt. Col. Moazzem Hossain (ex-soldier), Mamun Mahmood (Police Officer), and many other
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Surrender - Natalie Taylor www.youtube.com/watch?v=caoP4dj2oro
Henley Beach has been undergoing construction most of this year. They are building a new square around the jetty with many lovely features for beach-goers to enjoy. That plus some health issues saw me spend many months away from this beautiful place. Despite Adelaide having almost continuous coastline, this is my most magical place to be. The clouds, the reflections, the relative quiet, a place to truly surrender.
The Moment you take a step you do so on an act of faith because you don't really know that the floor's not gonna give under your feet
The moment you take a journey
What an act of faith
The moment that you enter into any kind of human undertaking in relationship
What an act of faith
See?
You've given youse up but this is the most powerful thing that can be done
Surrender
And love if an act of surrender to another person
Soundtrack // Bande-son: WILL SAMSON ("Night Canyon"); www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ihKnoi_90M
"What will be will be... SURRENDER... RELEASE..."
"Constance (en allemand : Konstanz) est une ville d'Allemagne, située dans le sud du Land de Bade-Wurtemberg. Il s'agit de la plus grande ville au bord du lac de Constance (ou BODENSEE)." (Wikipédia)
Throwback Thursday
Autumn Surrender
Lake Erie Metro Park
Michigan
October 2009
Autumn always puts on a show at Lake Erie Metropark 🍁 Golden maples, fiery oaks, and peaceful shoreline trails make every step feel like walking through a painting—one that reminds you why fall in Michigan is so special.
Which one do you like more? This is with #overcast filter and this is with #autocontrast filter. Would love to hear your thoughts!
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The first castle at Dryslwyn was constructed by the sons of the Lord Rhys in the early part of the 13th century and was further fortified by Rhys ap Maredudd later in the century. By 1287 Dryslwyn was possibly the largest stone castle built by a Welsh prince. In June 1287 Rhys attacked and captured the castles of Dynefor, Carreg Cennen and Llandovery causing the King to raise an army under Edmund Earl of Cornwall and invade Deheubarth. Dryslwyn was besieged and fell after three weeks in August and September. Rhys escaped but was captured and executed in 1292. During the siege part of a wall collapsed and a number of the attackers were buried alive.
The castle now in the hands of the English was repaired but after its surrender to Owain Glyndwr in 1403 and subsequent recapture it was effectively destroyed.
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• Outift: Rebel Gal - Anna Silk Dress @ Tres Chic
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The knife Angel has been created as a National monument against violence and aggression at the British Ironworks Centre in Oswestry and is a memorial to those whose lives have been affected by knife crime. It is a 27ft high sculpture, which Alfie Bradley has designed and created single-handedly using over 100,000 knives surrendered and collected in nationwide amnesties in 2015/2016. The angel began it's tour around the UK in 2018 when it was housed outside of LIverpool Cathedral for December and January in order to raise awareness of the impact of knife crime on society, the victims and their families and friends.
You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.
― Roman Payne
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Soundtrack // Bande-son proposée par VINCENT (www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07): VASHTI BUNYAN (""): www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3SxsVOBvDM
"Whatever pulled the wind that night... It had it bring a tree down... Untidy lime tree holding tight... To the end of my last garden... One of five against the sky... AN ELEGANT SURRENDER... It broke the wall and bent the gate... And warmed us through the winter..."
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If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly in those moments.
Lindbergh
"The Surrender" This is a self-portrait I created a few months back. The location is a dried up lake called Øyeren, which is located just a few miles outside of Oslo. This image represents the days you just want to surrender and disappear from the face of the earth. I'm sure everybody can relate to this in one way or another... If you want to learn more about my creative process, check out my latest blog post!
Petra (Arabic: البتراء, Al-Batrāʾ; Ancient Greek: Πέτρα), originally known as Raqmu (Nabataean Arabic: الرقيم), is a historical and archaeological city in southern Jordan. Petra lies on the slope of Jabal Al-Madbah in a basin among the mountains which form the eastern flank of Arabah valley that run from the Dead Sea to the Gulf of Aqaba. Established possibly as early as the 4th century BC as the capital city of the Nabataean Kingdom. The Nabataeans were nomadic Arabs who invested in Petra's proximity to the trade routes by establishing it as a major regional trading hub.
The trading business gained the Nabataeans considerable revenue, and Petra became the focus of their wealth. The earliest recorded historical reference to the city was when an envious Greek dynasty attempted to ransack the city in 312 BC. The Nabataeans were, unlike their enemies, accustomed to living in the barren deserts, and were able to repel attacks by utilizing the area's mountainous terrain. They were particularly skillful in harvesting rainwater, agriculture and stone carving. The Kingdom's capital continued to flourish until the 1st century AD when its famous Al-Khazneh facade was constructed, and its population peaked at an estimated 20,000 inhabitants.
Encroaching troops of the Roman Empire in 106 AD forced the Nabataeans to surrender. The Romans annexed and renamed the Kingdom to Arabia Petraea. Petra's importance declined as sea trade routes emerged, and after a 363 earthquake destroyed many structures. The Byzantine Era witnessed the construction of several Christian churches. By 700, the city became an abandoned place where only a handful of nomads grazed goats. It remained an unknown place until it was rediscovered by Swiss explorer Johann Ludwig Burckhardt in 1812, sparking renewed interest in the city.
The city is famous for its rock-cut architecture and water conduit system. Another name for Petra is the Rose City due to the color of the stone out of which it is carved. It is a symbol of Jordan, as well as Jordan's most-visited tourist attraction. It has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1985. UNESCO has described it as "one of the most precious cultural properties of man's cultural heritage".
She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.
Oh this road has been hard
On my feet, on my heart
Led me to the gates of hell
I know sorrow all too well
Lost my love to the wind
Left me half of who I am
Heavy load, Heaven knows
I'm tired
I give up, I give in, I lay down
I surrender
I won't fight, I won't try, I lay down at your side
I surrender
After all I've been through
I can't say what is true
But I choose to believe
There's a hand guiding me
There is hope, there's a home
For my soul
I give up, I give in, I lay down
I surrender
I won't fight, I won't try, I lay down at your side
I won't cry
Why should I?
I lay down at your side
I surrender
Still waters run deep and life is deeper still,
The meaning of time and the passing of days,
Like the tranquil pond in autumn's haze,
A time for life a time for death,
A never ending circle of birth and passing
Surrender to the summers of time gone by,
Begun in spring to end in winter,
A glimpse of peace to be had,
The resignation of the simple truth
King and slave the strong and weak,
All to pass when time has come,
None to see the coming hereafters
Such vanity of men to think they understand,
If only they could see the loss of all they have,
Great and small live and die,
Some can see and some are blind,
Those that pause to drink in beauty,
Those that see only usability
John Lowe (1750-1798) Calm Surrender (l. 1-18)
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I was just completing this image yesterday evening when I was overwhelmed by an excruciating abdominal pain. After medication and tests, thankfully it was nothing serious. One thing that resulted from it was this: the physical pain pierced its way through the darkness - and it put a lot of things in perspective. I am left with a feeling of relief and gratefulness. And thus, my edit of the image was altered.
Life throws us a lot of curve balls. When you live with The Black Dog around the corner, it's always important to absolutely focus on the little things that are good so that when the time comes, and you feel overwhelmed, you still have the ability to put one heavy leaden foot in front of the other - even if you have to drag that damn foot. So, sometimes the fight is about surrendering to some facts, simply to accept. When you do, you fight stronger.
Cuando te sangran las manos después de darlo todo y aun así no te detienes por que sabes que rendirte no es una opción...
When your hands bleed after giving everything and still do not stop because you know that surrender is not an option ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUphJftlzRM
Dying to Live - DTL Poses : Giving Everything
Life's gone haywire. Obviously. And to add to the fun, the creatures around here provide their own form of unadulterated entertainment. There was this awesome war/battle/judgment day level thing that happened right at the entrance of my hostel. These weird ants, at some stage of their growth get wings and stuff and they go nuts, lose their common sense if they ever had it in the first place, and they swarm towards all sources of light. So, when I walked into the hostel on that particular night (2 am i think), there was this entire battalion of these stupid ant things, and there were about 10-15 frogs on the floor. Those frogs were completely intoxicated (imagine me in front of a gigantic vegetarian feast) and they just sat there, shooting
their tongues out in every direction, completely feasting on the stupid ant things. I stood there for a few minutes, transfixed by the glory of the one-sided battle. Then I stopped behaving like one of those stupid ant things and brought out my cam. Took a few shots, even though I was getting those icky stupid ant things sitting on my shirt. Sheesh, it was insane. Those frikkin' frogs were bloating up like hell. I mean, they didn't give a shite about their waistline. They were just gobbling up each and every one of those stupid ant things that came withing striking range. They themselves
were covered with stupid ant things. Next morning, under every visible tubelight in my hostel there were millions of wings belonging to the deceased stupid ant things lying around. The sweepers went home with the worst backache they could have expected. And the frogs didn't appear for a few days. I bet their tummies got so screwed, food wouldn't cross their one track minds for a few days.
Messed up most of the shots I took because I left the camera on manual mode, using the settings I had used for the last shot (the one with the drop).
All the brownish stuff you see in the background consists of stupid ant
things flying around, wings of dead stupid ant things, pieces of stupid ant
things scattered after a frog duel, and regurgitated bits of stupid ant things. The frog in the forefront is one of the smallest I saw that day.
Title Dedication : U2
A self portrait and self reminder that surrendering my fears and embracing life's ever-changing flow can lead to magic falling right into my fingertips... magic I never would have expected or dreamed of.
Fun fact: This log was a beast to get to for this photo! The rocks were soooo slippery with slime and algae, I had to crawl (more like slither) along them, fingers clinging to any crack or grippy surface I could find, trying not to slip all the way into the water for an icy swim... needless to say, the poor white dress was not white anymore by the time I reached the log and climbed up. Thank goodness for photoshop's slime n' grime-ridding magical powers! 😉
P.S. For those interested, this image is available as a limited edition print, here: elizabethgaddprints.com/products/surrender