The world has witnessed a number of revolutions
and will continue to experience more in years to come. This way
the world will be destroyed and created again and again. But, the
revolution that world witnessed in Hindustan has no example in the
history. The revolutions that France and Russia witnessed were also
disastrous but the bloody revolution of Hindustan was different.
People there, irrespective of their religious and other beliefs,
stood at one platform, raised voice against the cruel rulers of
that time and hoisted the flag of revolt against the injustice.
They rendered sacrifices of their lives and met the success. In
other case, one of the two slave nations stood against the other
and destroyed it. This stonehearted nation showed tyranny, carried
out massacre of men, women, innocent children and elderly people
in every nook and corner. They pulled the legs of small children
apart, made women to parade and dance nude in public and later killed
them on their refusal and resistance. Young girls were raped, they
were forcibly married to men of other religions, girls from the
respectable families were forced to entertain their gatherings by
performing dance. Who was this oppressed nation? …….
Muslims. And who was the oppressor? …… Hindu and Sikhs.
These two nations were linked to different extremist groups ‘Rashtriya
Sowam, Sewak Singh, Maha Sabha, and Akali Dal or Akal Saina’.
Hindus and Sikhs were given independence by the British in August
1947. They took this independence as their right to do anything
against the human being. With the support of newly formed military
and police force, Hindus and Sikhs carried out massacre of innocent
Muslims that is neither found in the history of the world nor in
the history of the subcontinent.
Raeph Jodely Male was a representative of British government who
hailed from London. He was the eyewitness to what happened with
Muslims in Hindustan. He summed up the incidences in his words:
“Those who have big and strong hearts can only go through
the reality I am mentioning here. The story begins on Friday, August
24, 1947 when I boarded a ‘7-UP train’ from Karachi
for Delhi via Lahore. Up to Lahore I found no incidence of cruelty
or injustice, meted out to Hindus, Sikhs or any other nation. I
found no dead body or massacre on my Karachi-Lahore route. The same
day when our train reached Lahore, a train (5-UP) reached Lahore
Station from Patiyala. This train was completely red with the blood
of Muslims. Hundreds of Muslim passengers on this train were brutally
killed at Bhatanda Junction in Patiyala State. Only eight Muslims
were disembarked from the train who were badly hurt. The train comprised
of nine coaches in which at least 1,000 passengers could easily
travel. However, in those times, people used to travel on the rooftops
of the coaches. The driver and the guard of the train told that
the train was stopped by pulling the emergency brakes chain from
any of the nine coaches at Bhatanda Junction. As soon as the train
came to a halt, Sikhs from all around attacked the passengers and
using their typical weapons like spears, knives and other hard and
brunt things killed the Muslims indiscriminately. They killed each
and every passenger on the train except for nine.
Our train left Lahore for Delhi at 6.00am with a 10-hour delay.
After crossing the Pakistan-India border I saw that Muslims in every
nook and corner of Indian region met the same treatment what the
oppressed passengers of train faced. Every single Muslim, running
for shelter here and there, was subjected to inhuman treatment as
was done with the Muslim passengers at Bhatanda Junction.
“The situation was grim in the Indian Territory. I saw scattered
bodies of Muslims all around, vultures and dogs plucking the flash
of the dead. At an isolated place our train stopped for a while
where I saw the human bodies were piled up. In the meantime two
policemen reached there with a bull cart laden with more human bodies.
They dumped the bodies there and left. I noticed that an injured
man was also among the dead and he was groaning with pain. The policemen
knew that a man was alive but they looked at him with hate and left.
Another old Muslim farmer was also groaning near the pile of human
bodies. His hands were chopped off as a result he was bleeding severely.
A dog and a vulture were sitting at a distance from him awaiting
his death to enjoy fresh human flash. At Bhatanda Station I saw
four Sikhs were severely beating Muslim girls. Later, they slaughtered
two of the innocent girls.
“In the opinion of independent observers, at least five to
ten lakh Muslims were massacred in these incidences of brutality.
Their bodies were either flown in the rivers or wild animals ate
their flash. More than 50,000 Muslim girls were kidnapped, raped
and killed while Muslim properties worth billions of rupees were
destroyed.”
“I could hardly read a few excerpts of a book ‘Mehr
Shatan-e-Hind’. I could not read the saga of innocent Muslim
men, women, girls, children and elderly people. I could not read
their plight. I could not read that Muslim girls and women were
subjected to inhuman treatment. I could not read that bodies of
Muslims were left in the open to become the food of wild animals.
While reading a few pages of that book I felt as hundreds of thousands
martyrs of independence are questioning Pakistani rulers, politicians,
capitalists, artistes, sportspeople and others that “Had we
rendered sacrifices of our lives and properties to get a piece of
land for a few privileged people and families who turn by turn come
into power and fulfil their malicious desires? Was Pakistan created
for those children of ungrateful leaders who indulge into wrongful
practices to multiply their bank balance, cash the sacrifices of
innocent people and who give preference to their personal gains
and interest on the theory of the country?” Was the creation
of Pakistan meant to give all capital, resources and wealth into
a few hands and where all markets and business activities are left
at the mercy of influential class who play to push up or down the
market trends? Where leaders who do just a lip service are given
millions of rupees while those who rendered sacrifices remain deprived
of basic facilities. Their children sleep hungry every night, their
old parents are not provided any sort of medical treatment and they
spend their lives in small huts, which are never able to sustain
the thrust of gutsy winds? Where the artistes and artists who promote
obscenity in the country are awarded and rewarded with heavy cash
for their performance while those who acquire education by putting
their day and night efforts can never think of such a reward?
Our leaders, politicians, capitalists, sportspersons and artistes
must understand that we had not rendered sacrifices of our lives
and properties to endure your capitalism, unjust leadership, obscenity
and your style of dancing in the public. But, we had stood against
the enemies of Islam and rendered sacrifices of our lives for the
sake ‘Kalimah-e-Tayyibah’. Our mission was to cultivate
brotherhood, to promote our religion of Islam, to provide shelter
and food to poor without any discrimination, to plant a tree the
shadow of which could become shadow for all. We wanted a huge tree
with its branches all around and blooming flowers on it that could
provide fragrance of sayings of Hazrat Muhammad (sallallahu `alaihe
wasallam), that could shroud the whole world. But alas! The wealth
and power hungry leaders betrayed the martyrs. And for this act
of theirs they would be answerable to the martyrs of independence.
The corrupt leaders must not forget that they are always within
the reach of the martyrs of independence.
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