The ancient city of Mohammadabad.

Ancient civilizations are hidden all over Bangladesh. Bagerhat and Chapainawabganj have a lot of reputation as mosques. But how many people know there is an ancient city outside of this? Whose existence is still evident as a witness to the future. The history of this ancient city Mohammadabad is very old. Mohammadabad still survives as the last monument of civilization, covering an area of ​​about three square kilometers in Barobazar of Kaliganj upazila of Jhenaidah district.

 

 

 

 

One day I set out from this brick and stone city in search of the last memory of this lost city. Kayes was with him. My off-trail companions are all weird kisses. They have no place to go. So let’s attack all the strange places. Jhenaidah is not a traveling destination. But what if the government can not? Archaeological installations can be a huge part of tourism. But alas, this is Bangladesh, that’s why we leave the beauty of the country and go abroad for a holiday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pyramids of Egypt, the Taj Mahal in Agra are like our magnets But if you name Pundranagar, Subarnagram, Wari-Bateshwar, Khalifatabad, Mohammadabad, you will say – Mister, where are these? If I don’t know our own civilization, culture, history of Bengal Muluk, what will happen if I see Shah Jahan’s Taj Mahal in a distant country? So let’s see our own country first. I went out on the way to Jhenaidah after being enlightened by this punch line of Mahmud Bhai.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s heartbreaking to hear someone cut an AC bus ticket in this bone-chilling winter of December. But their laughter would have been tarnished if they had known the autobiography of one of the horrible jams at Paturia Ghat. I enjoyed the best jam of all time in my life that day. If I ever write a novel about jam, I will write about the terrible days at Paturia Ghat. Brother Kayes and I boarded the Sonartari bus from Gabtali at 12 o’clock in the morning with the help of that 18-hour Mahajarni. As usual, the bus reached Paturia Ferry Ghat around 3 o’clock. Then there is a long wait.

There is no end to what he is waiting for. With the light of the first sun of the morning, our barrier was broken I got off the bus at 6 When a thief goes, his intelligence increases So everyone is drunk on talking. If I had broken down in food, how quickly I would have left Now he can’t let go of the illusion of money, he can’t stand sitting on the bus again. He left this understanding, then the whole money will be lost. I left this thinking and the afternoon rolled by.

We, the traveling brothers, are engaged in a patch of happiness and sorrow among ourselves. Then came the Mahendrakshan at around 3 pm when the bus got on the ferry and everyone shouted with joy. When I came to Kaliganj, the evening had passed. The world is prose in the realm of hunger. After eating, I went out to look for a hotel. Tourists come to Kaliganj very rarely. So it is a big sin to think of five star quality service here.

However, the hotel I found was not interested in seeing the beetle and the king of lights Phillips. Disappointed when I was smoking a cigarette in front of the barber shop, he called us and told us about a new hotel. Surprised to go there as he said. A very neat and tidy hotel New to this town. Memory cheat. I could not find out the name after trying so long.

After dinner I called a crow and went out in the morning. It was half past five. Brother Kayes and I are walking with our hands in our pockets. At the end of the night the fog seems to greet us with a tired face একটা a wonderful winter morning The white smoke of winter is coming out with every breath. As far as can be seen, the whole type is surrounded by fog and darkness The number of people on the streets this morning sleeping with blankets is negligible

As the rickshaw was not available, we had to walk to the corner of the bus stand. Then I got on the bus in Jessore. The destination is our Barobazar. The Barobazar area of ​​present day Jhenaidah was known as Chapainagar in ancient times. Buddhist Hindu kings ruled here. Khan Jahan Ali brought his twelve companions to Chapainagar. From there it is called Barobazar. Chhapainagar was destroyed in war or epidemic. Remains ancient history.

Archaeological excavations in 1993 uncovered 15 structures, most of which are ancient mosques. These are Satgachhia Mosque, Ghoper Dhipi Cemetery, Namazgah Cemetery, Galakata Mosque, Jorbangla Mosque, Manohar Mosque, Jahajghata, Dumdum Archaeological Site, Gorar Mosque, Pir Pukur Mosque, Shukur Mallick Mosque, Nungola Mosque, Kharar Dighi Cemetery, Pathardi. How many archeological sites in such a small place.

Before going down to Barobazar, I had breakfast. Before going to the city of Mohammadabad, we will go to the shrine of another legendary Gazi Kalu Champabati. This is the first time I think I have found a shrine in the name of a woman in Bangladesh. Gazi Kalu Champabati’s shrine is crowded with visitors every day. It is a shrine where people of all religions, Hindus and Muslims, gather Gazi Kalu Champabati has been featured in Pala Gaan, Jatra, Mancha Natak 8 We arranged a van to go to Gazi Kalu Champar Mazar. Van started walking along the sweet path of the village

At one point I reached the shrine of Gazi Kalu Champabati. We are visitors to the shrine so early in the morning. There is a saint sitting far away. I asked Sadhu Baba what kind of people are here every day. Sadhu Baba drowned in the sea of ​​thoughts and said, the object of fairness in faith is far from argument. You people will not believe the people of the city. Gazi Kalu Champa is not a character of any folk literature He is a living legend Many people from greater Jessore come here every day Come here and swear.

This is the Ashwattha tree that the devotees see here, tying the thread and lighting the agarbati If he believes in full devotion, his vow is fulfilled You are a city boy, it is obvious that you do not believe these things. You know

Many lovers come to this shrine. They write their desires on a piece of paper and tie it to this ash tree Gazi’s father and mother Champabati’s welfare made the love of Chao Polar successful. You also hang the thread full of devotion, the vow will be fulfilled Saying this, Sadhu Baba went to meditate again. Gazi Kalu Champar continued to sing the song  humming

We are looking around the shrine Dighi of Sriram Raja on the south side of the shrine. There are three graves in the shrine as well. The large tomb in the middle is Ghazi, the tomb on the west is Kalu and the small tomb on the east is Champabati. There is a huge ash tree all over the shrine There is a secret grave in the hollow of this ash tree Although it is not known whose grave it is, if one is aware of the story or legend of Gazi Kalu Champabati, one can have some idea.

Folklore has it that Darvesh Shah Sikandar was the king of the ancient city of Bairat. His queen was Ajupa Sundari. Their first son, Julhas, went hunting and disappeared. Barkhan Ghazi was the second son of the king and queen and Kalu was their foster child The two brothers had a mahram relationship Where Gazi is, there is Kalu At that time the name of a beautiful princess Champabati was heard in Chapainagar Champawati was the daughter of the feudal lord Ramchandra alias Mukut Raja. Barkhan Gazi 6 fell in love with Champabati after seeing the canal

He came to Chapainagar 7 after being dragged by Champabati The love of the Hindu king’s daughter made Ghazi forget that he was a Muslim. Brother Kalu 6 came with Barkhan Gazi Gazi Champa used to meet every day under the tamal tree of Baluhar Baor. The crown king got angry when he got this news He gave the task of punishing Ghazi to his general Dakshin Rao But Bidhibam Senapati was tragically defeated in the battle and converted to Islam with Barkhan Ghazi.

On the other hand, Mukut Raja was defeated in the battle and moved to Baribathan in Jhenaidah. Where Champabati is, Gazi and Kalu are Barkhan rescued Gazi Champabati and took him to his kingdom. But the saint Raja Shah Sikandar could not accept this relationship at all. They were chased out of the palace and left with a broken heart.

In the end, this chapai city came again through the Sundarbans while wandering around in the guise of a saint for the love of Gazi. Dakshin Rao, Kalu and Champabati became his companions. Here their abode is built In the beginning I mentioned a grave in the hollow of the ash tree. It is thought to be the tomb of General Dakshin Rao Myths about Gazi Kalu Champabati have been going on since ancient times Their love song 7 has been propagated in poetry books for ages

Now it is time to return to reality from the pages of history. I came again in a van at the corner of Barobazar. This time the journey is on the way to Mohammadabad

“Cleanliness is part of the faith. Let’s go around the country and keep the motherland clean.”

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