11/01/2026
I have voluntarily bid farewell to the military uniform.
(8 July 2012 – 17 November 2025)
Throughout all these years, I never uploaded a single photo of myself wearing the uniform. Many people probably never even realized that I was a member of the Bangladesh Army. But today, for the last time, I felt the urge to share a photo in uniform. I’ll explain more later.
The truth is, it’s the Army’s discipline that keeps it organized, respected, and capable of handling the toughest situations. The Army is the pride and honor of Bangladesh.
Some of you may be wondering—why would I voluntarily leave a job that offers a steady salary, generous rations, free medical care, and many other benefits?
The reason is simple:
I don’t fit into rigid discipline.
I’m incompatible… restless… a little wild.
I crave personal freedom.
I want to eat a simple plate of soft white rice every day.
I don’t want pockets full of money—only enough income to support my family and save for the future.
I want to attend the funerals of my family, relatives, and community when someone passes away.
I want to host my loved ones in a comfortable guest room when they visit.
I want to be present at major family gatherings.
I want to attend events organized by my childhood friends.
I want to sleep every night on a soft bed, holding the people I love close.
I want to travel anywhere with my family whenever I feel like it.
I want to live a life free from extreme divisions and barriers.
I want to work independently without enduring harsh words under someone else’s authority.
I want to build something meaningful around the work I truly love.
I want to create income opportunities for ten more young men.
I want to work beyond fixed schedules and rigid timeframes.
I want to receive the respect my abilities deserve.
I want to explore the beautiful places of my country.
There are many desires that may sound like madness to you.
But since I can’t fulfill them all at once, I chose to fulfill them step by step. That’s why I removed this honorable uniform from my dream-filled body. I had been trying for a long time—but it finally happened after twelve years.
This is not a loss. Another young dreamer will wear this uniform and get the chance to serve the country in my place.
I will remain grateful to the Bangladesh Army for the rest of my life. Without it, I might never have understood the meaning of life. In discipline, honor, cooperation, and compassion—you stand at the top.
After spending so many years thinking only about the country, I am exhausted. Now it’s time to think about myself and my family, to take care of my own well-being, and to support ten others if I can. Only then can I think about a better country and better people.
Please keep me in your prayers. I will share more in time. .