My 35 Days in Abduction

According to my experience, I was forcibly taken to a rehab center on June 13, 2024, (about 7:30 evening) and detained until July 18, 2024, without my consent. Even though I was not an addict.

The name of the Rehab center is “আদর্শ মাদকাসক্তি নিরাময় কেন্দ্র” (Adarsha Madakashokti Niramoy Kendro), Shalbagan (Nawabgong road), Birampur, Dinajpur. License No- 1/2019.

**Disclaimer: I would like to clarify that I occasionally consumed alcohol, but I was not dependent on it and it did not interfere with my daily responsibilities.

The following individuals were present or involved in the events to the best of my knowledge:

1. Monjirul Alam (Shohag) - Director + RA

2. Masud (Masud Hossain) - Asst. Director + RA

3. Mitul (Mitul Mehedi) - Recovery addict

4. Shourov (Estieak Ahmed Shourov) - Recovery addict

5. Maruf - Driver/captive (not a general or ordinary driver)

6. Mizan - Soinik (Bangladesh Army)

7. DR. LT. COL. (Retd) S.M. Shamim - External doctor (affiliated)

8. Shaheen (MD Mahfuzul Alam Shaheen) - Staff + RA

9. Choton (Rajkumar Raj Choton) - Staff + RA

10. Rashed - (Md Rashed Khondokar) - QC (Quality Controller) + RA

I can remember the guys above, but I don’t remember if there were others. In included their photos later in this document.

*Disclaimer: In the above list, four persons (from 7 - 10) were not present in the captive process as per my knowledge, but they have roles in torture that I will gradually describe later in this document.

Veichel used in the abduction: Suzuki Alto. License no- Dhaka Metro, Ka- 11-4996.

Other people from my family:

11. My wife

12. My father

The Background Story

Shortly before the incident, I had a serious quarrel with my wife. After this, she told me that she had influenced my father to send me to the rehabilitation center. Based on this, my father signed the papers, and individuals from the center took me there without my consent. I was not informed or asked whether I agreed to this confinement.

My father’s decision to sign the papers was influenced by my wife’s statements, as I was coerced into the rehabilitation center without my consent.

I had a personal chamber on the main road, in front of the Janata Bank, Birampur. Before the abduction day, I went to Momo Int., a five-star hotel and bar. I drank there and back home. This is completely legal in our country, leaving aside the religious matter.

I can drink from any legal sources, like Momo International. I drank a few pegs and went back home on the night of June 12, 2024. I had a rented car (on a regular basis) and a faithful driver. I was fine, and I went back home. I have also taken readymade meals with me so I can get some food in the deep night and even the next day.

I was in control, and the next day I was talking to clients, working from home. A few of my customers paid me in advance, such as:

Yang Liu (Raina Lue) - $4000, DI LAN - $650, and Gary Manning $1,100 (all USD). I’ve proper documents to submit on court. Just waiting and trying to make some money to afford a reliable lawyer.

These are some of the customers who paid in advance and are waiting to get their job done.

Eventually, they (clients) were talking to me several times a day. In some cases, I had been collaborating with multiple team members; long story short, you must understand how busy I was with work, even though I drank last night.

At the same time, I had other prospects who were talking and negotiating for projects, a huge chance of getting new projects.

However, I was abducted on June 13, 2024, at 7:30 evening (Approx).

That was a completely planned abduction (I knew after). This is how it happened:

Scene 1:

They sent one of my high school friends - Mizan. Without any prior notice, he knocked on my door where I was working. He clearly saw me at work, at my desk, and saw that I had been working on the computer.

I was very well dressed and in a properly organized room, which was my home office. I was well dressed and in a properly organized room because I also talk in video call in zoom, Google Meet, or even WhatsApp video calls.

So there is no way for Mizan to suspect that I am an addict. Not all your friends and neighbors like your prosperity. I believe Mizan was one of them. But I helped him a lot - a lot. He knows it very well.

Anyways, he (Mizan) is just a component of this execution. He could talk to me and listen to me about what happened, and then he could judge himself.

He started to gossip just like any normal day. Later, I know he was involved in this enforced disappearance drama.

He took me, or I took him, to our rooftop, and we both smoked. And we’re back to the home office.

I was trying to find other people in my house to give us tea, coffee, and snacks. But I noticed that no one in my house, my wife, any children, or either of the two maids. Then I took Mizan to the ground floor, where my parents live. Strange, there is no one.

I entered in to tmy father’s room and told Mizan to sit in a chair, and he did that. I sat on my father’s bed and waited to see someone here to serve us tea.

Scene 2:

Suddenly, ⅚ people entered the room and desperately asked: “Who is Shihab here?” I had never seen them before, nor do I know any of them. I then politely answered - I am Shihab.

Mizan was silent there, and I later understood he notified the abductors about my possession and where I am, and if I reached the place where it would be easier to confine me. I never suspected him as he was consistently tapping his mobile. That was sending information and giving a green signal to enter the room where I am, and ok to confine.

That was a big betrayal, treachery from a school friend. I was very shocked and disappointed by his involvement in this unlawful detention.

Anyway, as soon as I said - I’m Shihab, my father told me from behind, “Shihab, they will talk to you.”

I said - “Ok, let’s go to the drawing room, and we’ll talk there.

One of the abductors replied yes come.

Until then, I never realized what was going to happen and what brutal event was just waiting for me.

I was normally walking towards the drawing room. Suddenly, someone from the captors held my hand very tightly and tried to drag me away.

I was afraid and thinking many things about it, and at the same time, I was pushing him to give me up. I tried my highest level, but I failed with ⅚ captators.

Still, I was unsure what was going on and why this was happening when my own father said they would talk to me.

But they were just dragging me away. Here is a side note: I was a strong Anti-Awami League (the ruling party at that time). And I did many things against them, I wrote a lot against the fascists, I have made a lot of contributions, and spent a lot for this movement. And during this time, many people/activists were disappeared and abducted like this. So, Its very logical for me to suspect them as kidnappers.

But I completely understood what was happening here when I saw someone who entered my home and started to contribute to the dragging. The guy was Masud - assistant director of the rehab center. He was not only a drug dealer but also a long-time addict. I attached his photos.

Anyway, when I saw Masud, I clearly understood they were taking me to their so-called Rehab center - actually torture cell. When dragging me away, I told you are not doing right, Masud. That’s it.

All the captors were successfully brought me out in a very disrespectful way; they were dragging me by holding my legs, hands, and clothes. I suddenly discovered myself in the air and sometimes on the floor.

The situation is very similar when a butcher and his men ties legs of a cow before slaughter. This is what I felt like.

Finally, they forcefully put/cram/squeeze me in a little car. Later, I knew it was a Suzuki Alto. License no- Dhaka Metro, Ka- 11-4996.

And a few captors entered this car. I was in the middle, one on my left and another on my right.

Scene 3:

The left side captor’s name was Mitul. He started to brutally torture me as soon as the car started to run.

He (Mitul) pressed my throat with his hand and elbow and held it tightly for a prolonged period, causing me to feel as though I might lose my life.

After some time, he released my throat. Shortly after that, he again grabbed my throat and applied pressure for an extended period before letting go.

He repeated this act several times, each time strictly testing my ability to breathe and placing me in severe physical distress.

And during this time (throat pressing), Mitul was verbally abusing me and using extremely offensive and obscene language.

Scene 4:

The driver (Maruf) who was driving the car wasn’t general. He was also a rehab captor. He slapped me extremely, looking behind.

Even though he was in front of me, he was occasionally looking back and extremely slapping me. His name is “Maruf.”

Scene 5:

The third guy on my right side was holding my hand in the car. His name is “Shourov.” He also slapped me a lot and more than the driver guy (Maruf). He was extremely disrespectful.

In a nutshell, I was extremely beaten and assaulted for doing nothing, just nothing.

That was June 13, 2024, and June 17, 2024, was “Eid ul-Adha” - one of the biggest festivals in my country. All people were preparing for Eid, purchasing stuff, and heavily decorating everywhere. And just before the three days of Eid festival, I’m facing these no-clue consequences.

Scene 6:

The road was full of people watching me beating inside the car (slapping, holding my collar, pressing my throat, etc). No one cares. Sometimes the car stops in the traffic jams, and people watch me being beaten and caught.

That was me, a master's pass, well-educated, professional man, father of a few kids, served for the government and non-government offices for 8 years, and finally became a freelance web developer in 2016. I know, I've been inspiration for many others. Now, I ended up here.

That was me, I had nothing to do, nothing to speak, I was helpless.

Maybe my father didn’t tell them to do this brutality to me, nor did he want them to do this kind of misbehavior. These are their extra service and showing up muscle power.

I felt very ashamed without being guilty. People might have been thinking that I might have stolen, raped, or did unlawful punishable thing (those who don’t know me personally). However, I know the people in the city know me as a well-reputed, a poliet, an established man and kind-hearted.

Anyway, when we were very close to their rehab center, the two guys, Mitul and Shourov, brought me out of the car, and Shourov was holding my T-shirt’s collar in one hand and pushing on my back and abusing me with bad words.

I noticed I was barefoot when walking, and Shourov was consistently pushing me in the same manner.

Scene 7:

As soon as I entered the rehab room, there were many other people inside the room - probably 50 of them (including the patients or drug addicts). Someone open the lock so we can get inside and lock down the collapsible gate again. Finally, I am in the torch cell.

Scene 8:

Mr. Shaheen is one of the staff members here. I saw him lying in the bed and tapping his mobile phone. Shourov dragged me close to him (Shaheen), near a bed, and forcefully told me to sit down. I just asked one question, “What did I do?”

Mr. Shaheen sat down very quickly & aggresively and started shouting at me. Saying - aren’t you able to memorize when you do bad things? So on and so forth.

So, I understand, they also don’t specifically know why they captured me or what drug I use.

After then they started to search my pockets and brought out everything I had. Mobile, a packet of cigarettes, a wallet, my office & home keys, and a belt on my waist. They counted the money and made a list of things they got from me. The list was written by me, so I can’t deny or claim extra money afterwards.

Scene 9:

After that, they ordered me to open all my clothes: t-shirts, pant and they were forcing me to wear a dirty lungi that was spreading a huge bad smell. I told them that I won’t wear it, I’m fine.

Then Shourov misbehaved with me; he was very rude with me, and there were other people with him. Again, I requested and told him that it has a very bad smell. He forcefully ordered me to just wear it and take a bath. I was afraid, and I did what they said.

That was around 8:30/9:00 at night. I was very clean and bathed at home. I actually don’t need to wash my body here again in the night.

Anyway, there was no citkiny or lock in the bathroom so they can observe you.

I came from bath room and wore my T-shirt and their lungi. They showed me a bed in the southeast corner (two rows - east & west - I got the west bed).

Scene 10:

A few moments later, Mitul came to me - the guy who pressed my throat. He asked me, “You’re very angry, aren’t you?” I replied - yes, I am very anxious.

He then pressed on my right eye very hard and pushed me back. And threaten me, saying he will punish me very hard after three days.

They were always using the lowest degree of “you” in bengali which is “tui.”

Scene 11:

After a while, everyone is getting ready for dinner. Mitul again came back to me and ordered me to take my meal. That was only rice and dal. I don’t know if there was anything inside the dal. I just said - no, I will not eat.

Mitul left me without torturing me this time and told someone to take away my meal.

After the dinner, another person, Ramim (Md. Mohaiminul Islam) came to me and politely talked to me. He was a staff member here (superior to Mitul), and later, I knew he had taken this rehab program 54 times.

I requested him to give me one cigarette from my packet. He politely told me to take the meal/dinner, and then he would give me one cigarette. Fair enough.

I can’t exactly remember; I would have taken the meal. Probably, I took the meal, and he gave me a cigarette.

I was lying down and thinking. Suddenly, someone came and told me to leave this bed and go somewhere else. Another person showed me a bed, and I lay down.

Scene 12:

There was a huge problem with accommodation. The rehab center admits as many as possible they can and more than their allotment from the government.

There is a specific number of patients they can admit based on their seat/bed capacity. But it’s more than that, and the place was overcrowded. Many people sleep on the floor.

There were only 20 beds in total, and 10 of the staff members and recoveries whose beds were always reserved. The rest of the 10/12 beds were distributed among patients, and the rest of the patients ended up on the floor. Even though everyone paid for bed, medicine, good food, fruits, AC, etc., they generally got nothing except for the rice, a very simple curry, and one egg in the afternoon.

After some time, I went to bed, Ramim called me and told me to get introduce with the rest of the drug addicts.

I apologized and said that I am not a drug addict. He again asked why I came here. I said my wife wanted to punish me for some reason, and she found this way, and that’s why I ended up here. I also said- I occasionally drink in government-approved and licensed bars. He then said- Go there, give salam to everyone, and tell them your preferred chemical is alcohol.

There were about 40/45 people, organized in a circle just to introducing with me. It was another mental torture for me. Anyway, I shook everyone’s hand and said whatever Ramim directed. I don’t know much about Ramim because he again became addicted ⅚ days after my detention, lost his staff status, and was again admitted as a drug addict. He was the brother-in-law of the director, Mr. Shohag.

That was a pain for me, but I forgave Ramim.

I had no complaints about Ramim. He never shoughted on me. He gave me a tablet when I felt gastric (when he was a staff member). Thanks for the tablet, Ramim.

Scene 13:

There were a few people who were my neighbors and knew me very well. They were astonished to see me here. One of them was Rasel. He said that he never imagined I would come here.

Anyway, after this formality, I went back to my bed. I was in the middle of the row. Everywhere CC Cameras.

Scene 14:

This is not about my life story. It’s the human rights violations happens everyday with thousands of people all over the country. So, please keep your patience and stay with me.

If I write every piece of the info that happened to me, it will never reach the end of the writing. So I will keep it short.

“Rehab is a place where every victim becomes an enemy of other victims.” How?

There is a session called “Pull Up.” In this session, every person must make at least one complaint about someone else or some people.

And based on their complaint, one of the rehab agents provides punishments. This is a clear torture. Why?

Even if someone did not make any mistake the whole day, therefore other person must make a complaint and get him punished.

As a result, no one likes anyone here. Even though everyone is victime here. They should help each other - cooperate. Instead, they were spying on each other, making complaint after complaint.

If someone has no complaint or pull up, he will be punished by the authority.

There is no way to get out of this pull-up. I was not giving any pull-ups or complaints because everybody is a sufferer here.

But the authority harshly notified me that I must do it; otherwise, I will face the consequences.

So I was seeking a person and politely asking him, “Hello brother, can I complain about you?” He asked me - complain about what? I said- complain for the sake of complaining. You did nothing, but the authority told me to make a complaint every day in the pull-up session. He said no, find someone else. That was a mental torture for me.

On one side, my upset mentality, on the other hand, the authority pressure. Suddenly, I found someone who was peeing outside of the toilet pan, and I made this as a pul up complain.

The next morning, when I told this, the guy was very angry with me, and later he threatened me, saying he would beat me with the toilet’s duster and shouted at me in another pull-up session. This is how the authority breaks us into tiny pieces, makes us weak, makes us each one’s enemy, and prevents us from becoming intimate. So they can rule over us as they wish.

We have been jailbirds here; we should have been intimate and well-wishers. Instead, we became each other’s enemies here. That’s a clear and intentional bad practice that the Rehab centers should must stop it.

Scene 15:

I noticed that nobody wants to talk to me. Everyone is avoiding me. I did not get the point.

If someone talks to me or answers me, were threaten by the authority. There was a patient who was my senior friend’s son, who told me that talking to me is strictly prohibited and punishable. It’s understandable.

I was able to identify the person who announced this extra rule. That was Mr. Shaheen. But how?

The next day of my admission, Mr. Shaheen also ordered someone to tie me with a rope when I received clothes from home, and I was talking against my father. At the same time, he ordered another recovery to not talk to me saying me mad.

Scene 16:

There were beds, but you are not allowed to use them as you wish. You can use the bed from 10 PM - 4 AM and for half an hour after lunch.

The rest of the time, you have to sit down on the floor. All day.

However, you’re not allowed to lean against the wall. It was strictly prohibited and punishable. Day after day, I was sitting on the floor.

The joint of my right foot became swollen, and blisters formed, which later burst. This continued for days. When I asked for medicine, Mr. Rashed (QC - quality controller) said that this is a document of this rehabilitation program, laughed at me, and didn’t give any medicine.

Even he didn’t give any relief, such as not sitting on the floor. He could permit me to sit on a bed. I was sitting with this huge blister. I know how painful it was. Other people (victims) showed me sympathy for this. A few patients gave me tissue paper to absorb the liquids from it.

When I am writing this document, it’s been about one year and 9 months, and I still have dead skin after taking antibiotics three times (once I got home). I attached this photo. This is a human rights violation.

Honestly speaking, there is no actual treatment for addicts or general patients. This is just forcefully capturing people, physical and mental torture.

Scene 17:

After a few days, there was another guy admitted - forcefully abducted, beaten. His offence was being married twice. He is a retired army person - Sergeant. He was (2024) serving as a bodyguard to the ACME company’s director - this is what he told me. The guy was named “Rabiul.”

He was not an addict. He was not even a chain smoker, which I understood from being with him. Her daughter and wife sent him here in rehab (this is what he has told me).

My point of view about Robiul is that being married twice could be an offence, but the Rehab center is not a solution to this problem. Neither the Rehab center has the right to forcefully abduct him like this. Robiul personally told me that he was beaten very hard and that it was his first time.

This was a serious human rights violation.

A few days ago, Rabiul and I were nearest beds. So, we were talking for a few minutes before sleeping. The QC Rashed saw it one day and insulted and threatened me.

The whole day, the addicts or victims were not allowed to talk. Just sit down on the ground and do the work that they order. Otherwise, just sit down and shut your mouth.

Mr. Rashed was a very angry man, and he made me desperate a few times. Also, sometimes, he was happy with my attitude because I was always silent, didn’t talk, didn’t touch their walls and obeyed their rules.

Scene 18:

We were cleaning toilets, basins, floors, beds, and everything. We had to clean the basins by hand without a brush, gloves, or anything else.

Only for toilet pans, there was a brush.

There were no soaps and hand-washing liquids in the basins, bathrooms, and toilets. These are only available or reserved for those days when visitors come.

In the kitchen, we were washing dishes using a vrey small amount of cloth washing detergent and soap (a mix of these two).

Everything was hard for us, which they either made intetionally or saving money.

Scene 19:

But when visitors come inside, it is fully changed. And looks gorgeous, even though they bring air fresheners, they turn on the switchs of the two ACs, replace old bed sheets with new, and pillow covers.

As soon as the visitors left, the whole room becomes dirty again. They again replace the new bedsheets with the old ones, take away soaps, hand washes, and all the good staff.

If I ever go to their rehab center again, I would highly request the visitors to stay with us.

Scene 20:

We also know that some visitors get bribes. The staff members and recoveries were gossiping about this bribe and the amount. Also, one day they arranged/cooked “Tengra Catfish Curry” for an inspector who came from the DNC (Department of Narcotics Control).

I also knew that finally, he didn’t take the meal due to his urgency. But he took ten thousand taka as a bribe. These are all gossip among rehab officials. I can’t prove it alone, but if the government checks their CC camera on that date might prove something.

If they do not receive a bribe, why do they inform the rehab centers early? And tells theme that they are coming to visit? Also, tell them the exact date and time.

The visitor should come suddenly without notifying anyone. They give the chance to replace bedsheets, arrange soaps, hand washes, turn on ACs, etc.

All these are money talks.

Scene 21:

Another guy (maybe his name is Shohan- I can’t exactly remember his name), he was also not addicted. He is probably O’level/SSC candidate (in 2024). He came here for being dirty, not bathing regularly, etc. I didn’t even see him smoking. He was from Nawabgong. His father may be a journalist.

The rehab center has no right to retain/keep this guy here. He could definitely get treatment from a psychiatrist. This forcefully keeping Shohan is also a human rights violation.

Scene 22:

Another person from Parbatipur named “cant remember.” He was an addict, but he has been here for 18 months (1 year and 6 months). It’s a complete human rights violation.

He is waiting for another 2 years and 2 months. Because he was admitted here for 4 years. Can you imagine?

If you want to see the superlative degree of human rights violation, see this man.

Scene 23:

Another guy - same name as mine - Shihab. He was here for six months+, which is a serious human rights violation.

I don’t know why Mr. Shohag behaves so rudely with this guy. They are also relatives.

The guy was only asking one question- “When will I go home, brother?” Very fair question.

There are many other persons and examples of human rights violations. I think that is enough for judgment.

Scene 24:

There was a regular doctor sitting once a week. The rehab person took me to their office to visit the doctor.

He checked my pressure and weight and asked my age. And then started to prescribe without asking me anything about my problem, nothing.

I then asked him, “Are you a psychiatrist?” He anxiously asked me - Did you come here willingly or were you caught by someone? I replied - they caught me. Then the doctor replied - You don't have to know about me since you are a patient, it would be enough if your parent knows about me. Later, when I reached home, I asked my father, and he knew nothing about this doctor.

This doctor (I don’t know his name) was very rude. He has no right to misbehave like this. He could simply answer with yes or no.

Scene 25:

After a few days of my admission/captivity, my family sent me food for Eid-ul-Adha, A few days after the Eid. I told them that I will not eat it. The rehab person, Mr. Shaheen, got very anxious and threatened me, saying he would stop all advantages for me if I did not eat my homemade meal. I finally bound to eat.

Here advantages mean - they give us 3 cigarettes (the lowest cost one) a day - that’s the main advantage.

Probably they have shown it to my father on cc camera that I ate the homemade Eid food. Yet, I have not met any family members. It’s also their rule.

Honestly speaking, it felt like torture to me.

After 17 days, my father met me in the rehab office face-to-face. He held my hand. Rehab officials were surrounding us.

I directly told my father that he did not have to humiliate me like this. On the road, they beat me many times. They grabbed my throat several times and slapped me repeatedly. Even the driver slapped me. I asked him if it was really necessary to insult and treat me this way while taking me there.

At that moment, my father looked at the director, and he denied everything. He said that I had been sitting in the front seat of the car willingly, and nothing like that had happened.

Scene 26:

A person in the rehab asked me why my family sent me here just before three days of Eid? What was the urgency? What drug was I taking?

This was my answer:

I was not an addict. However, I occasionally drink.

There was no urgency to send me here. Not even needed it. It was just a provocation from my wife. Also, there could be another person involved.

If my father had known what happened inside and during the captive process and on the road, he might not have given me here. Maybe.

However, he agreed to give me here because of two main reasons: the provocation and my habit of drinking. I knew my wife provoked my father very strongly.

Scene 27:

Before signing on Rehab’s contract, my father was discussing with me not to drink. I also agreed and replied that please give me a few days to quit it. Unfortunately, I got caught the next day that was my father’s mistake.

He should give me a week or so. Furthermore, he or we got no benefit from my sacrifice. Rehab was not able to make me quit alcohol. Moreover, I got introduced to many serious drug addicts in rehab.

However, in September 2024, I willingly quit drinking, smoking, and everything. And this went on until I am writing this document (March 18, 2024). Allah knows how far I can go with this. I want justice, have a lot of pain I can’t control myself.

Scene 28:

After 35 days in hell, I got back home (in the night). I was totally frustrated, fearful, anxious, and all the bad stuff was on my mind.

When I got back to the house, the whole country was going through a movement- anti indian protest - and an anti-fascism movement, the internet was completely shut down, etc. Finally, the fascist Sheikh Hasina ran away on 36 July, 2024.

When leaving, Mr. Manink requested to leave a tip for Mr. Rashed, and I gave him 500 in his hand. That was tips for dehumanizing me.

Scene 29:

As soon as I reached home, I first tried to contact my clients, especially those who had given me advance money.

But as I said, there was no internet in the whole country. The ruling party turned off the internet. I was not able to check any messages, open my banking app, or anything. Just waiting.

In the rehab, I thought a hundred times about my clients. They might have been thinking many things about me, such as that I could die, or fraud with them, run away with their money, etc. That was another pain for me in the rehab.

Anyway, after a few days, on July 27, 2024 we got internet.

There was no money, when I looked in my bank account. I had a few Google ads running for my clients and me, I had a few subscriptions, some were in trial, they are intended to turn off before expires, some are not necessary, etc. So, all the money went to water.

My clients messaged me and called me, but got no responses. Because I didn’t have my phone with me or a computer in the rehab.

Scene 30:

I requested the rehab director mr. Monjirul Shohag told my father to bring my laptop for one day. So I can turn off the ads, message the client, and inform them that I am in rehab and will be back.

Mr. Shohag didn’t tell my father anything about it because they do not allow outside communication here.

But later I knew that my father wanted me to get my laptop in the rehab, and he (my father) proposed to Mr. Shohag willingly, but he didn’t allow it.

I still don’t know why my father was influenced to give me here. Why listen to Instigation?

I told everyone (clients) that I was in rehab without my consent and without prior notice. And that is why I was not able to contact them.

Because I told them that I was in Rehab, they thought that I was a serious drug addict - otherwise, there is no reason to go to rehab. This was what they thought, and no one has the time to listen to my story. They messaged and called many times, but never heard back. That’s why they had to appoint another developer or project manager.

All old and regular clients refused to work for me- it’s obvious. It’s very hard for me to tell lies.

Who will listen to my story?

This is Bangladesh. Everything is possible here in exchange for money. Westerners may not know about it, nor do they need to know. Also, many clients heard our country’s name (for the first time) from me; that’s the truth.

Scene 31:

I lost my 10-year-old and regular clients, where I also had agencies who was giving me jobs regularly.

I was on a very tight schedule. So managing time to drink was also very hard, and it was not my regular task.

I am lost here, now. I lost everything except for the experience. But who knows it? Who cares?

I only have experience and nothing else left. Now, I have become a newbie in the freelance market.

Scene 32:

Clients were asking for refunds, which is obvious. I was able to manage them and gradually refunded their money by transferring money and doing a few tasks they needed. After that, they kicked me out.

Scene 33:

Why does my wife instigate? Like any other family, sometimes we also have quarrel/hassle. So, I was going outside after a quarrel. She was stopping me from going outside by holding my hand, and I forced her to go away from my way.

Suddenly, she fell off. That’s it.

That’s the starting point of the drama. She instigated my father, as far as I understood, and later she said to me (when we became intimate again). And finally, she was successful.

She won the game by walking me through this long way, harshness, and facing the consequences.

I had a belief that my family wouldn’t be able to keep me here for long.

Because I pay the bills. From the utilities, groceries, medicines, maids, milk, everything. Not only for me but also for my parents.

They even admitted me to the rehab using my money. I gave some money to my father to buy a cow for Eid-Ul-Adha. But he misused the money. He didn’t buy a cow. Instead, he spent the money on the rehab.

So this is the type of addict I am.

Taking care of the entire family, my own family, wife, kids, my father, mother, their treatments, doctor appointments, their monthly medicines, everything I have been bearing.

Now, I came to the road after going through the rehab.

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There was a staff member at the rehab named Choton. He was very abusive and beats the patients. He always uses foul and vulgar language when he speaks and beats patients if anything goes wrong.

Around June 20, 2024 (approximate), he beat a patient so rudely that it brought tears to many of us. When the QC Rashed ordered to stop Choton, then he stopped beating. This could also be found in the CC Camera. This is a human rights violation.

The patient was in withdrawal syndrome and talking alone, and sometimes uses foul language. That’s the reason for being beaten so hard. Instead, the patient could have gotten medicine.

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I saw another patient, Lalin, Head master, Bangladesh primary education. He was addicted. He was going through a withdrawal process, which caused him to talk alone, hallucinate, etc. Suddenly, he was tied very hard to the bed, and Badhan (a staff guy - as far I know he died in February 25, 2025) was beating him very hard.

This is a human rights violation, and the evidence can be found on their hard drive.

Instead, Lalin could get medicine in his withdrawal situation.

Lalin got medicine after a few days, but not at the right time. If he had taken the medicine at the right time, the withdrawal itself would have been less painfull and he would not have been so rude.

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When my family was pressuring the rehab to release me, they tried to make me mad. So my family could leave me there for more months and give them more money.

To do that, they sent me to a doctor in Rangpur - DR. LT. COL. (Retd) S.M. Shamim. This doctor is affiliated with this rehab and part of their gang. He gave me a few tests [I attached the report], and prescribed me unnecessary 5 medicines. Some of them are very harmful to me or any ordinary man. I attached this prescription.

While talking to me, he advised me not to work in freelancing or that kind of work that brings you a lot of money. The driver, Maruf, was the witness.

Later, I showed this prescription to a Professor, Dr. Ahsan Aziz Sarkar, MCPS, FCPS (Psychiatry).

He told me that the prescribed medicine was not appropriate and could harm me. He also said that if I make a dispute, either the doctor will be punished or his license will be canceled, or I will get financial remuneration.

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It was July 16, 2024, when I visited Dr. Shamim. I was taken back to rehab on the same day.

That was Mohammadia Diagnostic Center Ltd, Jail Road, Dhap, Rangpur. After the test report, I was waiting to visit the doctor once again to get the final prescriptions based on the test reports.

I was walking in the corridor, and the two rehab guys were consistently watching me (Maruf - Driver and Choton), so I could not escape. That might be the 8th floor were at.

Suddenly, I noticed a few people (around 100) were marching with a deadbody caring. Later, I knew it was Abu Said.

When we were going back to the rehab center from Rangpur, Choton was smoking inside the car and in front of my father.

I had no desire to take those medicine but the rehab center agent QC Rashed and Mitul (the guy who pressed my throat) forced me to take them.

I kept the medicine in a corner of my mouth and drank the water. The intention was to throwing hte medicine into the toilet later on. Mitul suspected my attitude and told me to take the medicine by stirring water. My techniques ended here, and I finally took them and went to bed.

In 30 minutes, from my hips down to my feet, it felt like something was gnawing/aching intensely. Very unpleasant feeling, I was throwing my legs and hands just like a woman feels her birth pain. And I was feeling a burning sensation all over my body.

I was ok an hour ago, but I don’t know what happened after taking this medicine. The rehab man was watching me, saying nothing. They are used to it, and everything was planned.

I was helpless. I went bathing that it could reduce the burning feeling. I got some relief when the cold water was falling on me. When I came to bed, the burning action again started. I was helpless.

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I was aware of this action that something bad would happen to me after taking this medicine. Because before me, another non-addict guy (Badal) faced these consequences, and I saw how normal people become mad.

On this night, I just prayed - “Yah Allah, just keep me alive at any cost and get me out of here.” Because sometimes I had a feeling that I might die. I tried my heart and soul and my highest level to become alive.

Dying is a normal thing in Bangladeshi rehab centers - there are lots of examples out there. Even someone died here in this rehab as well. So anything could happen.

This is how the whole night went, and I was probably asleep late at night.

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Every day we wake up at 4 AM, but this morning is different. No one made me up this morning, and someone knocked me about 9 o’clock this morning.

I was not able to walk alone, couldn’t see properly, and didn’t understand where I was, or where I was going.

A person was walking me through the process and gave me a plate of khichuri and a small amount of salt. I tried to eat as much as I can but I couldn’t eat the full plate. Then the volunteer guy - recovery (forgot his name), took me to the kitchen and told me to keep the plate there. I did not have the situation to wash it. Even though I was washing 50/60 peoples plate and bati in the past.

So, this was doctor Shamim, who prescribed Badal and me to act like a mad.

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Before me, I knew another guy, Badal. He was in the Rehab for his anxiety. He wasn’t an addict. He doesn’t even smoke.

He was an angry guy, breaking things, beating family members, and this is why he ended up here in rehab.

Badal went through this process, and I saw a normal guy becoming a full mad, hallucinating, a total mad made by this Dr. Shamim.

When people act madly, the rehab authority shows its madness to their guardians, and guardians leave them for long and invest more money.

Rehab intends to show the madness in the CC camera to their family. As a result, the family member leaves him there and listens to what the rehab agents suggest. This is how they make big money while starting small, only with 50,000 per patient.

After Badal, I was the next target and victim.

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Fortunately, my father took me out of here on the following day. That means I only took Dr. Shamim’s medicine three times (same day night, next day moring and afternoon). I was released at 9/10 o clock at night on July 18, 2024.

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My wife was pregnant and needed to caesar in the next month. So, my family needed me, and I needed to admit my wife to the best private clinic in the town, collect blood, organize money, and all the important staff.

I did them all, and I never showed any anxiety to my wife and father for doing this kind of brutality and betrayal.

This was an emergency situation, where I was about to invite a new member into the world and was preparing to show him sunlight. Before the birth/caesar, I got my wife admitted to the lady doctor several times. And finally in August 15, 2024, I got my third baby, Anas Abrar.

The doctor gave us 4 bags of blood requisition. I managed two bags, one from a friend (Hillary), and another one from neibours connection. I myself gave my A+ to the “Red Crescent” and took O+ from them. I attached this paper from the Red Crescent. So I was able to manage three bags.

So this is how a rehab person was working and managing everything.

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The environment in the Rehab center is quite unhygienic. Everyone (mostly) is suffering from scabies and other skin diseases, including the boil.

When I reached home, my whole family, except my parents, was affected by scabies.

My newly born bay also affected by scabies.

We never had an experience like this before in our family. Even though I came from rehab, its bad effects are still with us/. I attached my baby’s photo with scabies and also the prescription.

After a long process and medication wer were able to reduce it.

That was a rehab center. Some stupid people stll believes it’s a place for rehabilitation.

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There was another staff member, Mr. Manik, who was a good person. Never hurt me or anyone. He is from Dinajpur Newtown.

Thanks Manik bhai being kind.

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Privacy concern: There were cc camera eveyrwhere except for the toilets. It’s a good idea for security, but the problem is that the monitors are publicly accessible in their office.

Anyone can come to their office and see us on camera. This is a shame for us.

Maybe I was washing floors when my neibours see me in the cc camera. This is an example, and washing floors is not a bad thing. The bad thing is I’m here on rhab.

People won’t understand the real consequences and my personal story of being here.

Assume that a prospect came to their office to discus about something. Their prospect can also see what happens inside the cc camera. There are many different people who can come to their office, like technicians, handymen, etc., and they can all see us on the cc camera. This is a huge privacy concern and a human rights violation.

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Even though I was occasionally drinking, I was not addicted to any drugs that my country does not allow.

Alcohol is allowed here, the licensed bars can sell it, and people over 18 years can consume it. This is the law here in bangladesh at least at that time in 2024.

I was consuming very occasionally. The Rehab incident happened to me in 2024.

In 2024, I drank for 50 days maximum, 20 days before going to rehab, and 30 days after coming from rehab.

50 days in 365 is not too much for drinking. Moreover, I was a bodybuilder. So there was no chance to become addicted. I attached my Gym photos.

Will you still call me an addict?

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I lost everything after this abduction. I lost my 10-year-old business, my reputation, and my goodwill. No one can trust me, thinking I was in Rehab and must have been taking drugs.

No one has time to listen to my story. Nor did I reach anyone to tell my story. But I will do one thing-

I will stop all these so-called rehabs, stop their torturing, and I will make the Rehab face the consequences by law.

I want justice for all.

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Financial loss:

9,79,300 taka loss in the 35 days for refunding, paying another fellow freelancer, my one-month income, etc. If the court needs this document, I will place it.

The main financial loos happened is by losing those regular clients and agencies who were giving me regular jobs. My average income at that time was 3,00,000 taka. Now living hand to mouth. So I calculate this last 21 months’ salary or earnings that would be 63,00,000 taka.

So the total financial loss is 63,00,000 + 9,79,300 = Tk. 72,79,300

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Mental loss

During these 21 months, I went through a huge mental trauma. I can’t believe anyone, suddenly, I become very anxious, I feel anxiety, etc. That is worth more than 5 crore taka (5,00,00,000)

I have attached my doctor’s prescriptions (Dr. Ahsan Aziz Sarkar).

If I combine the financial losses and the remuneration for mental trauma, that would be 5,00,00,000 + 72,79,300 = 5,72,79,300

Why is it too late to complain?

Being abducted, physically tortured, mentally harassed, sitting 35 days on the floor, waiting to get home sine die, being dehumanized, bad intent medication, etc., etc., causes me to go through a mental trauma.

I was going through a mental trauma. I am still under medication and supervision under Professor Dr. Ahsan Aziz Sarker. I am not yet ready to complain legally, but trying to be prepared. I also did not have enough money to afford a lawyer. That’s why it’s late.

Maximum days a patient can be detained

28 days, but I don’t have any documents on it yet.

Other kinds of tourchers

A

Suddenly, someone came and told everyone to hold their hands with two hands, sit down, and do 100 times. No one knows the guilt of holding ears, or the offence we did. This is just an order and torture. Everyone did it except for me. The 18-month recovery guy repeatedly told me to do it with others, but I didn’t.

B

Keeping everyone’s clothes in a single lungi/bundle. As a result, the germs spread very quickly.

C

During the abduction and until the detention, I didn’t get any sunlight for 35 days.

D

From the beginning, I didn’t take any medicine because I had no physical problem, nor was I an addict. But there was a huge medicine problem. Oneday at afternoon, I had a very bad headache, and I requested a paracetamol for it, but they told me to wait until dinner was finished. So, I had to carry on with the headache until dinner was finished.

E

Before any visitors come, they teach us what to say to them, and how to respond to their question and what to answer for which questions. They are liars and teaching us to tell lies to the visitors.

F

This is a place where old recovery addicts and the authority tourchers patients and newbies.

G

Here I saw a few people who were not addicted, nor were they addicted before, but they ended up here.

H

General people (outsiders) see us on cc camera in the office. Moreover, some old patients come here occationally including some of my neigbors and see me washing floors, basins, dishes, and toilets. It was embarrassing for me.

I

The room was fully smoky because the staff members were consistently smoking. The director ordered not to smoke when a prospect comes to their office. I am the witness when he ordered it. But when the prospect leaves the office, they are free to smoke. It was suffocating for us in the room, even though most of us are also smokers. They should not smoke in the same room where all people gather.

J

We were saving once a week, on Friday. The pain point is - they used one blade to shave about 30 people. That was painful.

K

There was another guy, Abid, maybe A’level student, who came here for not listening to his parents and excessively driving a motorcycle.

Meaning of terms:

1. RA - Recovery Addict