Posted: 06 Oct 2004 21:15
The Awakening: Parallel II.
part 1: "The Bayat of Blood"
Col. Shams-ur-Rehman was a quiet sort of fellow. Most of his fellow BDA officers mistook him for a bit of a dullard. His career graph hadn't been anything spectacular, he seemed to have been through the motions at all the major institutions in the Bangladeshi Army but no one could really recall a single thing about him. A glance at his Confidential Record too would reveal nothing of interest, he was once a commissioned officer of the Pakistani Army stationed in East Pakistan. After the war of liberation, Col. Shams had stayed on with the BDA and gone on to an uneventful rise through the ranks. At the ripe age of 55, most of Col. Shams' friends had figured that Shams would retire soon and move on to a job in the private sector.
What had gone unnoticed by most people was Col. Shams association with his first commanding officer Col. Allauddin of the Pakistan Army. The two had remained in touch long after the events of 1971. Col. Shams had made several trips to Pakistan as Col. Allauddin's guest and Col. Allauddin had visited Col. Shams several times too. Col. Allauddin had retired from the Pakistan Army in 1979 and opened a small business in his native town of Kohat. No one in Dhaka had a clue as to what Col. Allauddin did or why the two men shared such a close friendship.
Fewer people still would know that Col. Shams had functioned as a go-between for the BDA-DGFI and a section of the HUJI during the period of the Afghan War or that Col. Shams had organized the transit of the first round of Bangladeshi recruits for the Afghan Jihad. Why would people pay attention to this? after all the camera and press clipping were hogged by the supporters of the Jamaat-e-Islami. How could people notice a little man like Col. Shams when every newspaperman had focussed on the return of the Jamaat-e-Islami leader to Bangladesh in 1981? Who paid attention to little people in the BDA anyway? Why investigate the involvement of a minor official in the drug trade when the former President Gen. Ershad was himself reputed to be involved in the BCCI scam?... no one cared and no one noticed.
That is why most people would have been very surprised to find Col. Shams standing in civil dress in a cold dark corner of Chittagong port in the pouring rain watching as barge after barge deposited groups of fit looking arab and pakistani men onto the shore from a merchant ship, the MV Hejaz. Col. Shams' squad examined each of their documents and loaded them on to unmarked trucks and drove them out of the port. As the 15th barge docked on the jetty, a young officer of the DGFI shuffled up to Col. Shams, saluted him crisply and said " Janaab, Mission Kaamyaab hua hain". The Col. nodded, approximately 1200 al qaeeda trainees, had just been offloaded. Hardened fighters from the Afghan and Kashmir Jihads, these boys were the cream of the HuM -HUJI's elite fighting squadrons. Atleast a hundred of them were trained in all sorts of suicide attacks. As the last truck departed, Col. Shams boarded an unmarked staff car and headed towards the ad-hoc brigade HQ at Jhili some 10 miles away.
Jhili was not even on a map but at this point some 4000 al qaeeda fighters were parked in a makeshift camp there along with an equal number of BDA light infantry troops. The BDA troops were all carefully drawn from relatives of Jamaat-e-Islami people and Razakars. Each man was deeply religious and had been imparted a classical madrissa education. As the final contingent of Al Qaeeda arrived. The Col asked to speak to all the troops. The BDA officers roused up the troops and assembled the lot.
As it rained mercilessly some ten thousand men of strong Islamist leanings stood shoulder to shoulder. The dimunitive Col. Shams climbed atop an unmarked truck parked in front of the crowd. With the rising sun to his back, with a quiet and yet confident voice he began,
" Bismillah-ar-Rehmaan-ur-Raheem.
My brothers in the cause of Islam, I welcome you to the Ma-askar al Badr at Jhili. We are gathered here today to set foot into a new age of light. We are the flame that shall drive away the darkness and ignorance that has taken over this hallowed land. Our task is to join in the purifying cause of the Jihad here. We are to become the fire that cleanses this world of the Satan and his minions.
A struggle such as this will not come without sacrifice. Sacrifice of our blood - and such indeed is the way of the Jihad. I ask you make with me a bayat - a bayat of blood - that you will never falter, never be left wanting as we walk in the path of the Jihad set for us by Hazrat Usama Bin Laden and Hazrat Abdallah Azzam.
Join me brothers, as I hold Allah as my witness and pledge my blood to the cause."
Carefully raising his hand, he spied out of the corner of his eyes, the other officers of the DGFI and BDA follow his lead.
"Allah Ho Akbar... " the chants began.... and the thousands assembled began to speak at once.
As the bayat of blood was taken, a loudspeaker from a nearby mosque began the call to morning prayer...
A school teacher in the nearby town had stayed awake through the night. What else could he do with the constant rumbling of the trucks? In the wee hours of the morning, the tired school teacher could now hear the words of the Col and his men as they chanted the bayat at the top of their voices. Reaching for a piece of paper on which one of his tution students had pencilled the poetry of Tagore, with an old pencil, the school teacher began to write out the words of the bayat on the back of the paper. After the Azaan was over, the teacher climbed his bicycle he headed off in the direction of Chittagong. By the end of the day, a small time local newspaper reporter was sitting on a mountain of information that pointed to very strange events at Jhili. Quite predictably in the late evening that day, the events at Jhili were being discussed in a small conference room in the CGO complex at Dhaula Kuan in New Delhi.
part 1: "The Bayat of Blood"
Col. Shams-ur-Rehman was a quiet sort of fellow. Most of his fellow BDA officers mistook him for a bit of a dullard. His career graph hadn't been anything spectacular, he seemed to have been through the motions at all the major institutions in the Bangladeshi Army but no one could really recall a single thing about him. A glance at his Confidential Record too would reveal nothing of interest, he was once a commissioned officer of the Pakistani Army stationed in East Pakistan. After the war of liberation, Col. Shams had stayed on with the BDA and gone on to an uneventful rise through the ranks. At the ripe age of 55, most of Col. Shams' friends had figured that Shams would retire soon and move on to a job in the private sector.
What had gone unnoticed by most people was Col. Shams association with his first commanding officer Col. Allauddin of the Pakistan Army. The two had remained in touch long after the events of 1971. Col. Shams had made several trips to Pakistan as Col. Allauddin's guest and Col. Allauddin had visited Col. Shams several times too. Col. Allauddin had retired from the Pakistan Army in 1979 and opened a small business in his native town of Kohat. No one in Dhaka had a clue as to what Col. Allauddin did or why the two men shared such a close friendship.
Fewer people still would know that Col. Shams had functioned as a go-between for the BDA-DGFI and a section of the HUJI during the period of the Afghan War or that Col. Shams had organized the transit of the first round of Bangladeshi recruits for the Afghan Jihad. Why would people pay attention to this? after all the camera and press clipping were hogged by the supporters of the Jamaat-e-Islami. How could people notice a little man like Col. Shams when every newspaperman had focussed on the return of the Jamaat-e-Islami leader to Bangladesh in 1981? Who paid attention to little people in the BDA anyway? Why investigate the involvement of a minor official in the drug trade when the former President Gen. Ershad was himself reputed to be involved in the BCCI scam?... no one cared and no one noticed.
That is why most people would have been very surprised to find Col. Shams standing in civil dress in a cold dark corner of Chittagong port in the pouring rain watching as barge after barge deposited groups of fit looking arab and pakistani men onto the shore from a merchant ship, the MV Hejaz. Col. Shams' squad examined each of their documents and loaded them on to unmarked trucks and drove them out of the port. As the 15th barge docked on the jetty, a young officer of the DGFI shuffled up to Col. Shams, saluted him crisply and said " Janaab, Mission Kaamyaab hua hain". The Col. nodded, approximately 1200 al qaeeda trainees, had just been offloaded. Hardened fighters from the Afghan and Kashmir Jihads, these boys were the cream of the HuM -HUJI's elite fighting squadrons. Atleast a hundred of them were trained in all sorts of suicide attacks. As the last truck departed, Col. Shams boarded an unmarked staff car and headed towards the ad-hoc brigade HQ at Jhili some 10 miles away.
Jhili was not even on a map but at this point some 4000 al qaeeda fighters were parked in a makeshift camp there along with an equal number of BDA light infantry troops. The BDA troops were all carefully drawn from relatives of Jamaat-e-Islami people and Razakars. Each man was deeply religious and had been imparted a classical madrissa education. As the final contingent of Al Qaeeda arrived. The Col asked to speak to all the troops. The BDA officers roused up the troops and assembled the lot.
As it rained mercilessly some ten thousand men of strong Islamist leanings stood shoulder to shoulder. The dimunitive Col. Shams climbed atop an unmarked truck parked in front of the crowd. With the rising sun to his back, with a quiet and yet confident voice he began,
" Bismillah-ar-Rehmaan-ur-Raheem.
My brothers in the cause of Islam, I welcome you to the Ma-askar al Badr at Jhili. We are gathered here today to set foot into a new age of light. We are the flame that shall drive away the darkness and ignorance that has taken over this hallowed land. Our task is to join in the purifying cause of the Jihad here. We are to become the fire that cleanses this world of the Satan and his minions.
A struggle such as this will not come without sacrifice. Sacrifice of our blood - and such indeed is the way of the Jihad. I ask you make with me a bayat - a bayat of blood - that you will never falter, never be left wanting as we walk in the path of the Jihad set for us by Hazrat Usama Bin Laden and Hazrat Abdallah Azzam.
Join me brothers, as I hold Allah as my witness and pledge my blood to the cause."
Carefully raising his hand, he spied out of the corner of his eyes, the other officers of the DGFI and BDA follow his lead.
"Allah Ho Akbar... " the chants began.... and the thousands assembled began to speak at once.
As the bayat of blood was taken, a loudspeaker from a nearby mosque began the call to morning prayer...
A school teacher in the nearby town had stayed awake through the night. What else could he do with the constant rumbling of the trucks? In the wee hours of the morning, the tired school teacher could now hear the words of the Col and his men as they chanted the bayat at the top of their voices. Reaching for a piece of paper on which one of his tution students had pencilled the poetry of Tagore, with an old pencil, the school teacher began to write out the words of the bayat on the back of the paper. After the Azaan was over, the teacher climbed his bicycle he headed off in the direction of Chittagong. By the end of the day, a small time local newspaper reporter was sitting on a mountain of information that pointed to very strange events at Jhili. Quite predictably in the late evening that day, the events at Jhili were being discussed in a small conference room in the CGO complex at Dhaula Kuan in New Delhi.