Wipe out Jamaat-e-Islami from the sacred land of Bangladesh—those mass-liquidators, those vile merchants of religion who bathed this land in blood and desecration in 1971. They are not merely political opportunists, nor simply collaborators of a dark past; they are a curse upon the soil of Bangladesh, a festering wound on our national conscience, and an enduring threat to the very idea of Bangladesh.
I swear by my own eyes, I witnessed the colossal massacres of 1971: the dreaded Pakistani army and their accursed collaborators, above all the Jamaat-e-Islami, Al-Badr and Al-Shams butchers. Cloaked in false piety, they abused the sacred name of Islam, pronouncing with blood-stained lips the holy words, “Naray-e-Takbir, Allah-hu Akbar, Pakistan Zindabad”—and in the same breath, they declared Pakistan as the so-called citadel of Islam. But behind this mask of religiosity lay only cruelty, barbarity, and treachery.
Under that profane banner, they butchered innumerable freedom-loving sons and daughters of this land. They hacked, shot, bayoneted, and strangled men, women, and children. They dragged intellectuals from their homes, blindfolded them, and left them mutilated at killing grounds. Their crime did not end with slaughter—they denied even the dignity of burial to the martyrs. Instead, with demonic pride, they left the lamentable bodies to rot in the open fields, to be devoured by vultures, jackals, dogs, and other carrion-eaters. This was their idea of victory: a celebration of sadistic triumph over corpses, a grotesque carnival of unholy cruelty in 1971.
How then can we forgive? How then can we forget? No pardon, no absolution, no mercy can ever be granted to these hellish executioners, nor to their present-day successors and accomplices. To pardon them would be to betray the martyrs, to spit upon the graves of those who gave their lives for the birth of Bangladesh in 1971.
The world must understand: Jamaat-e-Islami was not merely a collaborator in 1971; they were the ideological architects of genocide. They provided the intellectual venom, the religious justification, and the paramilitary machinery through Al-Badr and Al-Shams to carry out Pakistan’s genocidal campaign. They transformed our villages, towns, and neighbourhoods into killing fields under the banner of false religion in 1971.
They are, in the truest sense, merchants of religion—profiteers in the trade of faith. They sold God’s name to sanctify bloodshed. They distorted Islam into a weapon of extermination. In their hands, religion became a blade to be thrust into the heart of the Bengali nation.
Yes, the International Crimes Tribunal brought some of these criminals to justice in recent years. Yes, a handful of them were tried, convicted, and punished for their atrocities. But the work remains unfinished. Too many have escaped, too many have hidden under political patronage, too many continue to masquerade as legitimate citizens while carrying the blood of martyrs on their hands.
Worse still, since the unlawful seizure of power by Dr Yunus in August 2024, we have seen a grotesque rehabilitation of these very elements. The puppet regime of Muhammad Yunus, under the watchful eyes of the CIA and ISI, has reopened the door for these traitors. Once again, Jamaat and its Shibir cohorts roam free, infiltrating institutions, corrupting minds, and plotting against the state. Freedom fighters are jailed, while war criminals find space to breathe. This is not merely injustice; it is a perverse reversal of history.
Make no mistake: Jamaat-e-Islami is not a relic of the past—it is a living, breathing danger. It is a political snake that sheds its skin but never loses its venom. Even when stripped of legal recognition, it survives through proxies, fronts, and alliances. Its cadres infiltrate universities, mosques, and marketplaces. Its slogans still poison the ears of impressionable youth. Its networks still operate across borders, drawing strength from Pakistan, financing from foreign patrons, and inspiration from transnational jihadist movements.
Left unchecked, Jamaat-e-Islami will once again drag Bangladesh back into the darkness of 1971. Their ideology is irreconcilable with the spirit of liberation, with democracy, with equality, with justice. To allow them to exist is to plant seeds of perpetual conspiracy against our independence.
Therefore, the demand is clear: Jamaat-e-Islami must be wiped out—not merely banned, but completely erased from the body politic of Bangladesh. Their properties must be confiscated, their institutions dismantled, their networks uprooted. Their poisonous textbooks must be removed from schools, their propaganda silenced from pulpits, their financiers tracked and punished. Their leaders must face justice, not only for past crimes but also for ongoing conspiracies.
To those who cry out for mercy, let it be said: there can be no mercy for mass-liquidators of 1971. To those who argue for reconciliation, let it be declared: reconciliation cannot be built on the corpses of three million martyrs and the tears of hundreds of thousands of violated women. To those who plead political necessity, let it be reminded: no nation can survive by embracing its executioners.
Look to Germany after the Second World War: Nazism was not simply banned—it was uprooted, criminalised, and anathematised. Look to Rwanda after 1994: génocidaires were hunted down and brought before justice, no matter how long it took. Why should Bangladesh be any different? Why should the mass-liquidators of 1971, who butchered on a scale that rivals the worst atrocities of the twentieth century, be granted space to breathe?
We must draw from these examples and finish the work that remains unfinished. The Liberation War will never be fully honoured until the collaborators are erased from our soil, our politics, and our memory.
This is not only a political necessity; it is a moral imperative. The souls of the martyrs cry out for justice. The tears of the mothers, sisters, and daughters cry out for justice. The spirit of 1971 itself demands justice.
And justice, in this case, means eradication—complete and final eradication of Jamaat-e-Islami from the soil of Bangladesh. Their name must be struck from our registers, their monuments of treachery dismantled, their poisonous ideology consigned to the dustbin of history.
Bangladesh cannot truly flourish while the ghosts of Jamaat-e-Islami still haunt its corridors. To wipe them out is not an act of vengeance; it is an act of national cleansing. It is the only way to protect the future from the return of the past.
The traitors of 1971 and their successors must know: no corner of this land will be safe for them. They will be remembered not as leaders, not as politicians, not as religious men, but as butchers, as collaborators, as mass-liquidators who prostituted religion for genocide.
Bangladesh must rise once again to finish what was begun in 1971—to wipe out these merchants of religion, once and for all, from our beloved country. Only then can we claim to have honoured our martyrs. Only then can we march forward unshackled toward the destiny our people bled to achieve.
