Despite the vast number of ‘deaths’ in Bangladesh annually, there are some people who never die.

Sure they are physically not present where they can be seen hugged, or engage with us in banter or in social activities, but nevertheless, their presence is felt. Somehow they’re always present as if their spirit is transported by the wind or sunlight.

It’s much similar to Bangladeshi family members who are working overseas in Saudi Arabia, Canada, Malaysia, or wherever. They’re not dead. They’re not present to be seen, hugged, or smiled upon, but they’re constantly in the thoughts and prayers of the loved ones they left behind.

I doubt if a day goes by without their names or faces do not spring to the minds of those who love and admire them, for one reason or another.

Former iconic Independent Editor and consummate gentleman Mahbubul Alam is a member of that elite group. Sure, for convenience, us earthlings say he’s dead, but is he really?

If Allah calls you home isn’t that a bit like your mother or father........

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