Death
During the liberation struggle, on 9 April 1971 the Pakistan army attacked his home on a hilltop in Chittagong, killing most of his guards and servants. He and his eldest son Zahid Husain who was at that time with him, were lined up to be shot and were pushed down the hill when the commanding officer arrived and stopped them. The first floor of the house was destroyed by mortar attack, so he was taken in as the guest of Mr. M.M. Ispahani for a few days. He returned to his house after a while after some Bihari settlers who had in the meantime occupied it, were evicted. He could not bear the shock and soon after died peacefully on 24 May 1971, with all his children at his bedside. Curfew was lifted for a few hours so that his funeral could take place at the Laldighi Maidan in Chittagong. He was buried next to his second wife’s grave, adjacent to Hazrat Graribullah Shah’s Mazaar & Mosque in Chittagong.
Political offices | ||
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Preceded by Sultanuddin Ahmad |
Governor of East Pakistan 1958 – 1960 |
Succeeded by Azam Khan |
Preceded by Khalid Masud Sheikh |
Interior Minister of Pakistan 1962 – 1965 |
Succeeded by Khan Habibullah Khan |
Persondata | |
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Name | Husain, Zakir |
Alternative names | |
Short description | |
Date of birth | 1898-11-02 |
Place of birth | Chittagong, Dominion of Pakistan |
Date of death | 1971-05-24 |
Place of death | Chittagong, Bangladesh |
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