Abstract:
It was a hot, humid summer of the year 2018 CE. The monsoon clouds drifted early on towards the Himalayas, as they brought about occasional downpours across the sun-scorched plains of the fertile Bengal delta. Amidst the green grasses of this fertile plain, a boy lay down on the ground, staring up at the clouds passing over, as the pouring rain washed away the stream of blood gushing out from his wounded chest. He gasped for his dying breath, as the last thing he remembered was the sound of gunshots drowned by a rumble of thunder drifting across the serene landscape. He had a package to deliver, but alas, if only he knew that doomed package would be the one to bring about the demise upon his shoulders.
On the south-eastern regions of the Asian subcontinent, a small but densely populated country has declared a war within its borders. Within the span of a week, 90 people were killed, and 7,000 arrested, and the numbers continue to escalate with every passing day. On the month of May, the prime minister of the people’s republic of Bangladesh issued an approval to launch a crackdown on drug-trafficking. And this very proclamation allotted Bangladesh as another nation to join the decades of an enduring globally acclaimed war – the war on drugs.
