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A Partition Love Story
Some memories of past brings joy in your life
But some memories are so harsh that brings bitterness in your life and left their deep scars that don't go away for the rest of our lives
Same the bitter memories of past still lives under my heart and never leave me
They become a part of my being and connected with my breath, which also comes out with my breath.
Seventy years have been passed since this tragic event,
Whenever i recall those day my eyes got teary my heart got wrenched
This is about the days when India and Pakistan were one nation. But two intertwined communities
Quaid-e-Azam and Gandhi were trying to form a separate nation. Every religion was hostile to other religions
Fights, quarrels, killings were common among the people
I belong to Muslims family and my name is Samad ullah khan my home tradition were quite simple. In our neighborhood, Sikhs, Hindus and Muslims all lived together and helped each other in their work. But since the movement for a separate state began, this friendship has turned into enmity
There was a Hindu house in front of my house. I had to go to his house a lot. The total number of people in his household was 6, uncle and aunt and they had four children, three sons and a daughter.
My friendship was deeper with his eldest son Ram. We both grew up playing together since childhood. Staying together from school to college After graduating from college, he joined the Hindu party. And meetings were became rare
I sued to go to their house as if it were my own. I was the only son of my parents. I sometimes missed my siblings. So I would go to Ram's house. My parents were also friends with his parents. His two oldest brother seems to be my brother also i used to teached them and sometimes we play cricket too. Her sister was 4 years older to me she was as...
But some memories are so harsh that brings bitterness in your life and left their deep scars that don't go away for the rest of our lives
Same the bitter memories of past still lives under my heart and never leave me
They become a part of my being and connected with my breath, which also comes out with my breath.
Seventy years have been passed since this tragic event,
Whenever i recall those day my eyes got teary my heart got wrenched
This is about the days when India and Pakistan were one nation. But two intertwined communities
Quaid-e-Azam and Gandhi were trying to form a separate nation. Every religion was hostile to other religions
Fights, quarrels, killings were common among the people
I belong to Muslims family and my name is Samad ullah khan my home tradition were quite simple. In our neighborhood, Sikhs, Hindus and Muslims all lived together and helped each other in their work. But since the movement for a separate state began, this friendship has turned into enmity
There was a Hindu house in front of my house. I had to go to his house a lot. The total number of people in his household was 6, uncle and aunt and they had four children, three sons and a daughter.
My friendship was deeper with his eldest son Ram. We both grew up playing together since childhood. Staying together from school to college After graduating from college, he joined the Hindu party. And meetings were became rare
I sued to go to their house as if it were my own. I was the only son of my parents. I sometimes missed my siblings. So I would go to Ram's house. My parents were also friends with his parents. His two oldest brother seems to be my brother also i used to teached them and sometimes we play cricket too. Her sister was 4 years older to me she was as...
