Her Sadistic Karma

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By Raghbir Dhillon

British ruled the world with their dirty tricks of dividing and then enslaving the people. They gave forty percent of India to the Indian Maharajahs and Nawabs, who were puppets in their hands. They made sure that each Indian ruler followed the dictates of his religion, and none was allowed to practice the path of tolerance and brotherhood preached by Gandhi. For example: more than 80 percent of the subjects in Kashmir State were Muslims, but its Hindu ruler practiced his faith in all state functions. Muslims were forced to accept it. Similarly, the ruler of Hyderabad was a Nawab, a Muslim. His subjects were Hindus, and he forced his religious practices on them. Thus Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs fought with each other instead of untiting to fight the British.

World War II was ending, and the British wanted to widen the religious divisions. They started soccer, field hockey, and cricket matches between Muslim, Hindu, and Sikh teams. The Muslims brought their mullahs in green robes with their green flags. Hindu carried their saffron flags and brought priests, and the Sikhs touted their yellow triangular flags held by Sikh priests. The British succeeded in their mission, and after the matches, rioting broke out in several towns. But ultimately, the British couldn't convince the world that Indians were unfit to take care of themselves, so they were forced to make plans to give India its freedom. They chose to divide India on the basis of religion, and their paid agents led protests and agitations. Thus, the British created a hell in India. From the college hostel, I saw fires and looting.

Religion is believed to be an opium for the masses, but I think it is much worse. The people don't close their eyes and dream; they turn into heartless devils who murder, rape, and destroy property. I saw babies butchered with knives, while old men and women cheered.

All colleges and schools closed. Jim Taylor, our principal, who wanted to protect Hindus and Sikhs, was murdered in broad daylight in front of the college steps. Gangs of Muslims entered the college building and ransacked the property. As they arrived at our hostel carrying torches, we Hindu and Sikh students ran to the nearby Sikh temple. The next night I walked to the Ravi River and swam to India. Two days later, I reached my home in Thati Village.



Lyalpur was in Pakistan, and I heard news of rioting. I tried to telephone Amrit's father, but all the lines had been cut by rioters. I wanted to help her or, if she'd been murdered, keep my promise by bringomg her ashes to the sacred river. I stole five hundred rupees from father's safe and went to Pidi Village, which stood on the bank of the Ravi River, the dividing line between India and Pakistan. I cut my long hair and adopted the name of my Muslim friend, Gulam Mohamad. I paid fifty rupees to the village hakim, who circumcised me, since in case my faith were doubted, the mobs were sure to check my penis. Muslims were always circumcised, while Sikhs and Hindus had intact penises. At midnight, I swam the river and then took the bus to Lyalpur.

When I reached Amrit's home, I discovered more than four hundred men, led by a mullah in green robes, encircling the property. I joined the mob carrying spears, swords, butcher knives, and burning torches. I pleaded to a mullah, "The Koran instructs us to show mercy. Let's get their property and permit them to leave naked."

"Young man, mercy is meant for Momans and not for Kafirs. These are infidels and not humans. We must butcher them and enjoy doing the sacred job."

I melted into the crowd.

Mobs brought out Amrit, her father and mother. Her father was laid on the ground. The mullah cut the old man's beard and long hair. Then he removed the tongue and stacked the bleeding man near the wall.

"Let's rape his wife and daughter and make him watch," the mullah announced.

He tore open Amrit's clothes, dropped his green robe, shouted "Allah," and jumped upon her. My heart was shattered to see the poor young virgin raped by a holy man while crowds cheered. The two naked women were then laid on the ground, and men lined up to gang-rape them. The heart of Amrit's aged mother failed, but the crazy men continued entering the body of the dead women. As Amrit's father tried to get up, he was speared to death. I could do nothing and watched the crucifixion of Amrit with my bleeding heart. The mob ransacked the house, set fire to it, and threw the old man and his dead wife on the flames.