Bangladesh is right now covered by a canvas of sadness. We knew it was coming. But it’s one of those facts that you know is obvious but just can’t agree to accept.
Humayun Ahmed was the most popular writer of the past decades. He wrote many stories, short stories and novels that touched our minds. From a running train in a moonlit night to a stormy morning in a village playground, he let his writings go beyond imagination. He wrote from the reality that almost all of us were able to relate to. He was a fine artist who was able to combine fact with fiction in an entertaining and often touching way.
He made characters. Characters that we — Bengalis — know like the world knows superheros. He wasn’t limited to any single genre. He wrote horror, he wrote thriller, he wrote mystery, he wrote romance, he combined many genres in one single story. He had that ability. He had the amazing gift to get into the readers’ mind and force them to keep reading until the story is finished.
He was not only a writer, but also a film director. Yes, many writers can write so that readers can draw the image on their mind. But not everyone can grab that image from the readers’ mind and come up with an exact screen version of that. Apparently, Humayun Ahmed knew how to do it. He had this feeling going on throughout the movie he directed. An urge to know what’s next without any special effect or mind-blowing place.
I don’t know what more to say about him. I’d be honest that I have not read a lot written by him. Every year on Ekushey Book Fair held on February, his books become the most anticipated among readers. You can’t stand for a single second in front of the pavilion of the publication that publishes his stories. But I’m not a loyal reader and I haven’t read a lot of books. But I read some and I know he was a great writer.
News sources have just confirmed that the author, after the doctors’ attempts and prayers of millions, has finally been taken away from us. It’s unbelievable that there will be no more books from him. The Ekushey Book Fair will be lonely and cheerless next year.
For Bangladesh, it’s like the moment when pop singer Michael Jackson died.
Rest in Peace, sir.