Language  has been of such a tremendous factor in the cultural life of Greater Bengal that politics has been always a policy of language. Without going into the great historical and socio-political landscape, Bengali speaking community has shed more blood for its language than any other community. Toady, after almost a hundred year of the first deliberate partition of Bengal and subsequent political divisions, this comminity resembles like Greeks who while undergoing all political vissictudes have clung to the language. In writing about the history of Syhlet in the modern sense, the historian will be constantly reminded of a great unifying force that had been a silent gravitation in spite of momentous religious, political and social forces of centrifugal nature. After a hundred years the time is ripe to study this force not only to understand the community more but to understand a stramge fact where a person sacrifices his life for something, which materially are made up of thin air or immobile print - the language. But also, language is the meaning in thin air too and this is the mirror where our soul finds what we are.  Our team finds one simple sentence, written by a Syhlleti intellectual in 1909 and we dare to conclude that this sentence is a summary of almost whole linguistic history of Bengal, its soul-felt comment, the only ground of unity and other than this there is no unity except the unity of humanity. We have decided earlier not to give translations of the texts as far as possible but here the power of the original is strong, so reassuring and so much of contemporary concern that we reconsider our decision.

                                              In 1907, one of the influential intellectual of
                                                                Syhlet, Maulavi Hamed Ali writes - "Whether
                                                                our forefather came from Arab, Persia, Afganistan
                                                                or Tatar or were Hindus of this land, we are now
                                                                Bengalee, our Mother-tongue is Bangla.

After   almost  a hundred year, Hamed Ali Sahab's musings is a lightpost and is so poignant in its theorem like finality that we understand with humility what he stood for. No historian of Bengal will not be able to ignore the effect of language on the psyche of the people who spoke the language.
Another poet from Habiganj wrote in 15th-16th century :

                                                                    While writing in his mother tongue, Sultan Sayeed writes:
                                                                          The language by which Lord has created each one
                                                                              That language is our's priceless treasure

And what a glorious fight for language it was. It was that struggle for Life and Death because we have understood that the final victory of soul will be decided on something as abstract and as fragile as language. This love for one's own language, this mystic attachment is a thing to ponder indeed.
We remember the fight for Bangla in 1952, in 1971 and beyond.

 In 19th May , 1961 there were eleven martyrs in Silchar (a town populated mostly bu Syhllletis) who laid down there lives for language and thus putting a unique contribution to history. As we are hovering like some shapeless being in the post modern fog of negating history,  there are reminders. The whole of Greece passed into the veritable whirlwind of Roman politics, the whole soverignity of Greek city states came to a close but within a thousand years the Greek mind surfaced anew in a whole new terra firma , in a whole new landscape - the Vita Nuova.

We bow  to the feet of those towering souls who have sacrificed their lives for our Vita Nuova.