Kazem Ali Master: Honor

Momen statement , Kolkata or sacrifice the story of the creator sensitive Mahbub-ul Alam (1898-1981) was a death itihasamagna. In the role of the seventh or the last part of what he wrote in the history of Chittagong (1967), he said in part:

In the last (seventh) section of 'History of Chittagong', we are recording the details of 'some prominent families, individuals, organizations and movements'. It is our hope that this will help the people of Chittagong to get their self-reliant knowledge, that is our hope.

The paraphrasing of the present-day book is a little fancy: without consistent endorsement, each section was arranged like an album in order to add new information to the history seekers later, though the author's wish remained unfulfilled today. Many well-known family members of Chittagong have written a detailed account of the story about their solitude. In the analysis of information-or everywhere, the history has not been followed, there may even be confusion somewhere- but it is necessary to acknowledge that the writer's pen is not a wood-plate. The second section of the book is titled 'Sheikh-e-Chatmam Kazem Ali'. Mahbub-ul Alam, the famous educationist of Kazem Ali High School, Kazem Ali (1852-1926), wrote:

Former student of the school Bhupendra Kumar Rakshit said about how Kazim Ali used to maintain a family climate in his school: He did not come to school every day. Since then, the year 1917 One day suddenly came to school. That day our English-teacher did not attend school. He said: I can read.

We got frightened. The reading was 'Alexander Zand The Rubber.' He asked in our English: Who was Philip? I responded by saying: King of India He rebuked: Ab India? I have eaten up the thirsty and purified: King of Macedonia.

He shook me and grabbed one of my hands. Then roar and asked: Why did you say first India? But he already felt that my hand was quite hot.

*Then he said: You feel suffocated in malaria. Then he took a shirt and put it on his stomach and said: This is a pile that has been very big. Then the conversation was *
: Who are you?
: My father's name is Yogesh Chandra Rakshit.
: what are you doing?
: Collector's staff.
You go to the library before the holidays.

When I came to him, he gave me a letter in the name of father. He wrote: Yogesh Babu, your son Bhupen suffers from malaria. Give him one-grunge a week and eat goose urine.

This system really cures my malaria.

Do anyone remember the date of quinine-discovery? If not, there is no harm, let us remember him at least on the death of student guided teacher Kazem Ali (February 12).