[h=1]Open Letter from an Indian Muslim to Pakistani Youth Khaak or Khoon [/h]
My Pakistani Brother!
Im writing this letter to you from a hospital of Calcutta, India. I have reached here after passing through a storm of fire and blood in Bihaar. What ever I have witnessed, cant be explained in words. And if I explain it, you wont be able to believe it. How would you believe that a lively town of 2 thousand people where the dawn had smiles in it, the sun set brought horrible shrieks and heartbreaking hues. Where the fresh sun rays had seen lively, smiling faces, the setting sun rays saw those faces changing into cold dead bodies. My brother, that was my beloved village, where the dwellers of Province of Bihaar have witnessed the real face of the champions of Shaanti and Aashti. Men and womens noses, ears, hands and other organs were cut into pieces and thrown and decorated on the floors and stairs of our local Mosque. Innocent children were tortured by knives. Young girls dignity was abused horribly and heartlessly torn into pieces; the fathers and the brothers were forced and tortured to see that heart-tearing sight!
Perhaps you will assume us as cowards. But believe me, this was a storm we had not been prepared for. The congress government had tied us before unleashing inhumane Jackals on us. The police that had raided our houses and taken away even minute knives and nail cutters, had provided guns and ammunition to hostile Hindu forces. Government was theirs. Law was theirs. Police was theirs. Arms and ammunition were theirs. How long could we fight, with how many more could we fight? Those who stood bare handed to defend, were cut into pieces. Those who had valor, dignity and courage were torn ruthlessly. My villages 500 youthful men fought for 4 hours with sticks against those inhumane creatures who were 8-10 times more in number and all were loaded with ammunition. Later they arrived more with more pistols and grenades in the guidance of the police. The triumphed. But was it our defeat? If in the midst of bullets 500 men die, fighting against 10 thousand. Old and children are cut down, and then the entire village is left on fire. Is it the defeat of innocents? And then an old father is hung to a tree, forced to see the sight of the barbarism that makes his daughters shriek, shiver and then die out after torture. And then their dead bodies I have witnessed every atrocity! They left me thinking a dead body. I wonder why am I still alive? Why does the sun still rise? Why do the stars in the sky blink?!
I am not writing this letter to you so that you will send your condolences. Not even a single home is spared in my village. The Muslims here have to suffer much much more at the hands of Hindu fascism. The Hindu barbarism still has to show more. Theres still time for the Muslims to wake up and get alert. Wake up and defend your insecure sisters and daughters before it gets too late. Its about time that you stand to defend your honour and dignity which is at stake at the hands of Hindu fascism and barbarism. If you still dont stand up then we dont deserve to live.
This is an excerpt from a true story of Muslim misery in India, Khaak aur Khoon, by Naseem Hijazi. The above letter was written by a Muslim to his fellow brothers telling the height of atrocities and brutalities carried out by the fascist Hindus urging him to wake up, stand and achieve Pakistan in order to survive with honour and dignity. This was not just one incident of a kind, but hundreds of thousands alike. Today after 64 years, Liberal secular fascists, sold out leaders and Congressi Mullahs are once again confusing the nation about the existence of this sacred land; Pakistan. If you still doubt this land, or either the driving force of this land i.e., its sacred ideology (Two Nation theory), nature will throw you in the storms of massacre, brutalities and atrocities once again! (Allah forbid)
Pakistan Cyber Force
My Pakistani Brother!
Im writing this letter to you from a hospital of Calcutta, India. I have reached here after passing through a storm of fire and blood in Bihaar. What ever I have witnessed, cant be explained in words. And if I explain it, you wont be able to believe it. How would you believe that a lively town of 2 thousand people where the dawn had smiles in it, the sun set brought horrible shrieks and heartbreaking hues. Where the fresh sun rays had seen lively, smiling faces, the setting sun rays saw those faces changing into cold dead bodies. My brother, that was my beloved village, where the dwellers of Province of Bihaar have witnessed the real face of the champions of Shaanti and Aashti. Men and womens noses, ears, hands and other organs were cut into pieces and thrown and decorated on the floors and stairs of our local Mosque. Innocent children were tortured by knives. Young girls dignity was abused horribly and heartlessly torn into pieces; the fathers and the brothers were forced and tortured to see that heart-tearing sight!
| Hindus butchering innocent Muslim villagers in India. Half cut Muslim corpses and scattered around limbs, pools of blood can be seen in this rare picture. |
Perhaps you will assume us as cowards. But believe me, this was a storm we had not been prepared for. The congress government had tied us before unleashing inhumane Jackals on us. The police that had raided our houses and taken away even minute knives and nail cutters, had provided guns and ammunition to hostile Hindu forces. Government was theirs. Law was theirs. Police was theirs. Arms and ammunition were theirs. How long could we fight, with how many more could we fight? Those who stood bare handed to defend, were cut into pieces. Those who had valor, dignity and courage were torn ruthlessly. My villages 500 youthful men fought for 4 hours with sticks against those inhumane creatures who were 8-10 times more in number and all were loaded with ammunition. Later they arrived more with more pistols and grenades in the guidance of the police. The triumphed. But was it our defeat? If in the midst of bullets 500 men die, fighting against 10 thousand. Old and children are cut down, and then the entire village is left on fire. Is it the defeat of innocents? And then an old father is hung to a tree, forced to see the sight of the barbarism that makes his daughters shriek, shiver and then die out after torture. And then their dead bodies I have witnessed every atrocity! They left me thinking a dead body. I wonder why am I still alive? Why does the sun still rise? Why do the stars in the sky blink?!
I am not writing this letter to you so that you will send your condolences. Not even a single home is spared in my village. The Muslims here have to suffer much much more at the hands of Hindu fascism. The Hindu barbarism still has to show more. Theres still time for the Muslims to wake up and get alert. Wake up and defend your insecure sisters and daughters before it gets too late. Its about time that you stand to defend your honour and dignity which is at stake at the hands of Hindu fascism and barbarism. If you still dont stand up then we dont deserve to live.
This is an excerpt from a true story of Muslim misery in India, Khaak aur Khoon, by Naseem Hijazi. The above letter was written by a Muslim to his fellow brothers telling the height of atrocities and brutalities carried out by the fascist Hindus urging him to wake up, stand and achieve Pakistan in order to survive with honour and dignity. This was not just one incident of a kind, but hundreds of thousands alike. Today after 64 years, Liberal secular fascists, sold out leaders and Congressi Mullahs are once again confusing the nation about the existence of this sacred land; Pakistan. If you still doubt this land, or either the driving force of this land i.e., its sacred ideology (Two Nation theory), nature will throw you in the storms of massacre, brutalities and atrocities once again! (Allah forbid)
Pakistan Cyber Force
