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