A Walk Down Memory Lane: The Events of August 5, 2024, in Bangladesh

At this fateful crossroads in Bangladesh’s long and turbulent history, justice lies shackled, and truth—once a beacon—now rests beneath layers of deceit and betrayal. The soul of a nation cries out for the unwavering leadership of Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina, whose seasoned hand alone has steadied the helm through many tempests. Without her, the dreams woven in the blood and sacrifice of 1971 risk being extinguished, like a sacred flame smothered by a gathering storm.

It is an open secret that the United States, cloaked in the rhetoric of liberty, moves not for justice but for power. With surgical precision, it dismantles governments, only to leave behind ashes and ruin. It builds nothing lasting, no monument to peace or prosperity—only echoes of broken nations. For nearly a century, its long shadow—often cast by the CIA—has toppled legitimate regimes, rewriting sovereign destinies with impunity.

In 1971, we—the people of Bangladesh—struck a mighty blow to the unholy trinity of Pakistan, the United States, and China. Thus, Bangladesh was born on 16 December 1971 at the bay of blood of millions of our innocent people. From the furnace of war, a nation was born delivered by the courage of the Awami League. But the foes of our freedom did not forget. They bided their time, venomous and patient, awaiting the hour to strike back—above all, against Sheikh Hasina and her party, the custodians of our liberation of Bangladesh.

In the shadows, a conspiracy unfolded—a sinister cabal of the CIA and Pakistan’s ISI, their malevolent designs entrusted to the ghosts of Jamaat-e-Islami, the militant offspring of Shibir, the opportunists Yunus and Bangladesh army chief Waker, and their zealot cohorts from extremist factions and the BNP. Together, they seeded chaos through the long, blistering days of July and August 2024.

Disguised as students and protestors, these agents of discord were carefully recruited—street gangs, radicalized Madrasa students, the desperate from slums, even bright minds from our universities. They were paid and primed to bleed—sacrificed as pawns in a brutal play of smoke and mirrors. The goal: incite carnage, lay it at the feet of Sheikh Hasina, and summon the fury of the people to tear her from power.

The plot festered at the highest levels. Retired army generals, seduced by promises of wealth and rank, pledged allegiance to this dark design. On 4 August 2024, at the RAOWA Club in Mohakhali DOHS, Dhaka, Bangladesh they issued a chilling decree: the military must sever its support for the elected government.

Then came 5 August—the day the curtain rose on betrayal.

As one who has walked the corridors of politics since 1966, I sensed the gathering darkness. A coup loomed—engineered by the CIA, ISI, the traitorous Yunus, factions within the Bangladesh Army, and their native enablers: Jamaat butchers, ultraconservative fanatics, and power-hungry conspirators.

Despite the army’s iron-curfew blanketing the nation, I walked the streets of Dhaka that morning. Checking updates on my phone, I heard the Army Chief would soon speak. But what I saw chilled me: at checkpoints, men were being unloaded from military and Jamaat-hired vehicles—strategically placed to strike. Their destination: the heart of power—the Prime Minister’s office and residence.

By 3:00 PM, I had returned home. On television, the city looked like a ghost—empty streets, armored patrols. But soon after 3:30 PM, the scenes shifted. Mobs, strangely exuberant, stormed central Dhaka. The death knell of democracy had been sounded.

At about 4:00 PM, the Army Chief appeared. With solemnity and steel, he declared Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina deposed. And with those words, darkness descended upon Bangladesh.

General Walker, with chilling hypocrisy, vowed to bring murderers to justice. Yet he was chief among them—the very architect of this treachery, this betrayal of the Liberation War’s sacred covenant. Under a puppet regime led by Yunus, the enemies of 1971 now strut through the corridors of power.

But we—those who once bled for freedom—will not be silenced. With the people behind us, we shall rise. We shall reclaim our Bangladesh, a land where all faiths can flourish in dignity, peace, and unity.

This coup is no anomaly—it is a page from the CIA’s well-thumbed playbook. As Senator Frank Church once warned, “Deception is a state of mind, and the mind of the State.” And so, the global media, manipulated and maligned, twists the truth. Today, in the eyes of many, “Deception, thy name is CIA.”

The jest now rings true: If the Mafia didn’t do it, the CIA probably did. Bangladesh, in 2024, became the stage of such a sinister script. The so-called Interim Government is but a marionette—the strings held in Langley, the voice that of Yunus.

July and August 2024 unfolded as a tragic farce—predictable, yet no less devastating. Morality, legality, and reason were cast aside, replaced with violence, lies, and betrayal.

Thousands were killed, wounded, or vanished in a campaign of terror. Yet the blame, grotesquely, was heaped upon Hasina—so that those monstrous heirs to anti-liberation forces might seize the throne. Even Brigadier General Sakhawat Hossain, the first Home Affairs Advisor under Yunus, admitted publicly that the fallen were felled by 7.62 mm rifles—military weapons, not police issue, acquired through clandestine arms deals.

In a rare moment of candor, even Yunus confessed—at the Clinton Foundation in New York—that this “revolution” was not spontaneous. It was scripted, rehearsed, and ruthlessly executed.

The curtain has fallen, but the story is not over.

We, the boys of 1971, will not yield. We have seen tyranny before. We have buried the martyrs. And we know: as long as we remember, as long as we resist, Bangladesh will never be lost.

Written By: Anwar A. Khan

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