আরিফ জেবতিক এর "সাড়ে সাত হাজারের ভ্যালেরি..." এর একটি দুরবল ইংলিশ অনুবাদ এখানে দেয়া হলো। কেউ যদি ই-মেইল বা রিপোরটিং এর কাজে লাগাতে চান A true story – She came to visit this country as a young volunteer in 1969. In 1972, the foolish girl came back again. To provide physiotherapy to the wounded - blooded freedom fighter who fought for the freedom of Bangladesh. The adamant unwise girl then never went back. After a long process, she somehow had managed a broken fallow storehouse. In that small room a tiny little physiotherapy voluntary organization had begin called CRP. This fool girl started going to door to door. With nothing but her own hands and a bicycle. She bowed her head, been insulted, affronted. The result was depressing but she did not loose hope. Not for her own sake, whatever the stupid girl did, did everything for us. The girl with broken backbone (physically or mentally), the boy who was helpless to walk without his father’s support, for the only incomer of the family who had met an accident in his way back home…. She was roaming – tearing for them… been devastated to rent a house, but her story of nursing the people was never ended. Her organisation CRP had became the central point of a hierarchy to serve the people with physical difficulties. The peoples with broken back, the walker with crèche, the person for who crawling is the name of walk, the person who rolls to reach somewhere… everybody have got a new shelter – CRP. In one part of the story she realized the crazy girl inside her had turned into a crazy Ms. elderly and she could not get her own family. She had adopted two girls, disable, as usual. She taught them how to work like other ordinary student then gave job in CRP. In this Bangladesh, no matter NGO or consultancy, the top people always get paid in Dollar. We calculate the money in Taka and get shocked. We can’t even dream of that amount of money. But truth is stranger then fiction. Do you know how much money she takes from her own organization? Seven thousands and five hunderd. Not in Dollar, seven thousands taka in a month. She maintains her family with seven thousand five hundred taka. Even the drivers of Gulshan, Bonani receive thousand more then hers! The name of this old foolish lady is Valerie A. Taylor. There is another story available – We have a former member of state cabinet. He had entered in CRP to provide his wide range of experience. He maintains a good relation with foreign donor. Why not? He was well known in his sector. He opened his gold mine of experience as if he will rebuild the CRP. Just to serve the community, nothing else. So that he decided to take a little reward as a salary. Do you know how much it is per month? Two and half lakh (Two hundred and fifty thousand taka) only. Valerie opposed the decision. If somebody takes two lakh from a charity that supposes to serve the people how the organization will work? (May be here she had made the biggest mistake). The respected member arranged to earn the money. Why the patients are here for if they don’t pay? The home who providing the treatment at free of cost are now selling the service in high amount. The economy is going faster, Apollo – Bamrungrad are making business without hassle, what’s the problem if that former cabinet member does the same? The last hope of disable people, the well known organization in Asia is becoming a private hospital eventually. Everything is changing, changing rapidly. Everything is happening so quickly. Valerie has been disposition from the post of Convenor. She is not allowed to see the budget any more. With a sudden letter her right to sign the check book has snatched from her. The yearbook is full of all the famous peoples in the society. Only there is no sign of Valerie. The disable girl was adopted by Valerie is being target by that circle. The helpless girl is being transferred from section to section. Valerie became unvacant, powerless. She is like a showpiece in her own organisation. She was corrupted. After a point to point search he can not get any proof her corruption. She does not understand management. The lady, who has made a 400 bed hospital from an unused store, she has to learn management now? I do not want to insult any swear word by adding it before his name. I just want to mention his name. His name is Shafi Sami. We, the two pence people: Mr. Shafi Sami, I am not sure this writing will be in your reading list or not, but I am talking to you. I am a very ordinary person, very much ordinary. I am not able to make a big difference. But I will try to protest you with my every single ability. I will not keep my mouth shut. I will not tolerate this unjust with blind eyes till I live. For the time being I will be mailing desperately to all the renowned organization. I will request them humbly to move forward to stop this unjust. We can not bear the burden of this black story. I will e mail to the head of the military now, will mail to the head of the caretaker government, will mail to the consulters of USA and UK. I will write to the Amnesty, TIB. I will write to the donors all over the world especially the main donor agency in UK and Germany. I will phone them to request to get to know the truth as well. I will spread this appeal to all my friends; they will spread it to their group mail. The story will go on. From one to two, from hundred to thousands, from billions to trillions phone, e mail, fax will be made. I will not let anybody be in peace. A vast number of peoples will call the donor agency in Germany and UK. Valerie gave us 36 years of her life. Now it is our time to pay her back. I will spend minimum 36 minutes in this task. This will be a huge issue one day. I might make a big difference, or may be I will be a big failure. But Shafi Sami you should know, the two pence person like me is not enough to do something, but this two pence and two pence will be united. It will not be ‘me’ any more. It will be ‘we’ or ‘us’. We will cross the border of your two hundred and fifty thousand. You will see before you go. (if anybody want to be part of this process…..)