Bedroom of Bangabandhu
In this bedroom of first floor Bangabandhu and Begum Mujib started living with their youngest son, Sheikh Russel in early 1966. On 15 August 1975, the murderers brutally murdered the wife of the eldest son Sheikh Kamal, Sultana Kamal Khuku, middle son, Sheikh Jamal, Sheikh Jamal's wife, Parvin Jamal Rozi, the youngest son of 10 years old, Sheikh Russell and Bangamata Sheikh Fazilatunnesa Mujib. The killers did not cease to kill the family members, they also looted the house.
Even today, the wall of the eastern side displays the spots of blood and the bullet marks (covered with glass) thrown by the killers. The dried brain and some hairs (covered with glass) of Sheikh Jamal or Sheikh Russell are displayed on the roof. The blood spots are seen on the dressing table, desk table, table, reading table of Bangabandhu and on the betel vase of Begum Mujib. In this room the killers operated the brutal killings. A letter has been preserved in this room sent to the address of Bangamata.
After August 15, 1975 assassination, at first the assassins and then the military occupied the house. After six years, on June 10, 1981, when two daughters of Father of the Nation, Sheikh Hasina and Sheikh Rehana got the house back, every room was dark, full with spider's net, dust, and insect and all the things in the house were destroyed due to negligence. In the dressing room closet beside the bedroom of Bangabandhu, the clothes were found in torn and warm eaten. Things in other rooms were found disordered. The signs of plunder of the murderers were found everywhere in the house.
After getting back their home Sheikh Hasina and Sheikh Rehana cleaned the house with their own hands. That memento can be taken from the voice of Sheikh Hasina.
" One day, I'll turn the house into a museum. Before doing so, the house is needed to be cleaned. It's very difficult to console the mind. It is difficult to make understand how painful it's to touch the things of the house. Only those who lost everything in such a way would realize the intensity of grief. My mother was very neat and clean. She used to keep everything in the right place. The winter clothes are set in a cupboard, and the warm clothes are in the other. She used to keep clothes, slippers and shoes everything in order. …………..
All of the things beautifully decorated with my mother's hands are now plundered in the hands of the monsters. Adjusting the mind with this painful situation, I started cleaning the cells with bucket filled with water, soap, cloth and broom. It was so dirty that it took five to six hours a day. I worked five to six days to clean up a room. I tried to keep things as clean as my mother did with her own hands. I cleaned the dirt with own hands and cried for the departed souls. I thought and thought how wretched I am! I am wondering that this is the reason why I survived. How unfortunate I am! Everyone has left. I am the unfortunate daughter is just hanging in my tears and working on the anguish of pain. Sometimes I felt suffocated with the pang and pain. I stopped working and used to cry a lot for a long time. Once again I used to strengthen my mind ............ I did not dismount any dirt. I kept the dirt in big polythene bags. I don’t know why I could not throw the dirt away. It seems everyone is here, they have just gone out and will back again………………