Arakan Corridor — this single phrase now echoes across the heart of Bangladesh with fear, grief, and the ominous premonition of inevitable bloodshed. This corridor is not merely a route; it is a trap wrapped in deception. Its ultimate consequence would be the tears, cries, and carnage of a sovereign nation under both local and foreign aggression. This path will not only bring trade — it will bring weapons, fire, and death. And whose blood will be shed the most? The innocent, ordinary, peace-loving people of this land.
Does the army of this country wish to be a silent witness to such bloodshed? The very soldiers who spent years in the hills, guarding the borders without sleep — are they now to open the doors to a conspiracy through which enemies will pierce the nation’s heart? Those who gave their lives for the country — will they now stand by quietly as their own brothers, sisters, parents, and children are one by one subjected to death or displacement?
If this corridor is implemented, not just the border but the very map of this land will be altered forever, along with the lives of its people. The blood of a schoolchild will stain the soil, a housewife will cry on a mountaintop clutching her husband’s lifeless body. And can those bloodstains ever be washed away by the army?
This army was born to protect the country, to ensure the safety of its people. Sacrificing one’s own citizens to protect foreign interests — there should be no place for such a disgraceful chapter in the army’s history.
Now, threats are coming under the shadow of the United States, under the banner of the United Nations. They say, “If you don’t agree to the corridor, you’ll be excluded from peacekeeping missions.” What contempt! What disrespect! The very army that has risked its life to preserve peace — from the deserts of Africa to the alleys of Haiti — is now being intimidated with the lure of dollars? Is the self-respect of this army so cheap that it would carry out a conspiracy that tears apart its own homeland, just to remain part of a mission?
Today the army stands at a crossroads. One path leads to silent complicity under foreign pressure and betrayal from within — a path that would tarnish their place in history. The other path demands they stand tall beside the people — to protect the land, the mothers, the soil, and the soul of the nation — and silence the conspirators once and for all.
Will the Bangladesh Army allow a day to come when in some neighborhood, some village, people look at their uniform and say, “You did nothing, you didn’t protect us”? Will they accept a future where the nation weeps while the army remains silent?
No — this army is not that. This army is the descendant of 1971. Their identity lives in this flag, these people, this land. The future lies in their hands — to protect the country, to bury the catastrophic conspiracy called the Arakan Corridor.
Rise, Bangladesh Army.
The people of this country still look to you with trust, with love. Stop their tears. Lift the fear from their hearts. Shut down this corridor, stop this plot — that is your true victory, your true honor.
