I came to know of 'Khak aur Khoon' (loosely meaning Ashes and Blood) while listening to a religious sermon. The writer was 'Naseem Hijazi' who is famous of writing on Islamic History in a way which would attract the younger generation of Muslims. A ploy through which he attracts the Muslim youth to know their rich culture, history and sacrifices.
'Khaak Aur Khoon' is written in the same way. Some superficious characters are made and planted in the historic times of Partition of India and birth of Pakistan. History is not tampered with, but some fiction is created so as to apprise us of the tremendous sacrifice the Muslims in that time made for Pakistan. The book is written in such a way that one is able to separate history and fiction easily.
The book starts off by painting a very beutiful picture of village life, where everyone lives happily with each other. Grievances are resolved by elders and people enjoy today more than thinking about past or worrying about tomorrow.
Trouble starts when the time of partition draws near and the village in picture starts to realize how the horrors of partition can ruin their life of happiness and carefreeness. Immediately the age old custom of village elders deciding the way forward comes into play and the village elders sit together to chalk out the future strategy.
Since the village and neighbouring villages had massive Muslim majority therefore Hindus and Sikhs were seeking protection from Muslims. Muslims immediately promised them and said that they would even fight Muslims and would be willing to die before them.
History knows the connivance of Hindus specially of Nehru and Gandhi in making the British give the Muslim populated area of Gurdaspur and its neighbouring villages to India rather than Pakistan. while Gandhi kept a very down to earth appearance advocating love and friendship, he allowed Hindus and Sikhs to freely murder Muslims at will.
Immediately the village life changed. Now the Hindus and Sikhs had an upper hand, and the people who just a few days before were begging Muslims for protection, now had no intention of giving the same to them. Rather they joined the forces who had been programmed to kill Muslims.
More importantly some of us who today talk about Hindu and Muslim friendship and about seeing no reason why we needed Pakistan as a separate homeland for Muslims, get a very detailed answer from this book.
The writer was so good in depicting the vows of Muslims that the reader immediately starts to hate Hindus and Sikhs, but the responsibility of the writer shows when he controls our emotions and divert our hatred somewhere else.
After I had finished reading the book I started hating myself more than I hated Hindus and Sikhs. Very soon they got the fruits of their evils as most of the sikhs were murdered when they asked Nehru to fulfill his promise. Gandhi was shot dead by a Hindu. Nehru and his coming generations were killed. But the reason for which our country Pakistan was made, and the reason for which millions of Muslims happily laid down their lives, have been lost somewhere.
'Khaak Aur Khoon' is written in the same way. Some superficious characters are made and planted in the historic times of Partition of India and birth of Pakistan. History is not tampered with, but some fiction is created so as to apprise us of the tremendous sacrifice the Muslims in that time made for Pakistan. The book is written in such a way that one is able to separate history and fiction easily.
The book starts off by painting a very beutiful picture of village life, where everyone lives happily with each other. Grievances are resolved by elders and people enjoy today more than thinking about past or worrying about tomorrow.
Trouble starts when the time of partition draws near and the village in picture starts to realize how the horrors of partition can ruin their life of happiness and carefreeness. Immediately the age old custom of village elders deciding the way forward comes into play and the village elders sit together to chalk out the future strategy.
Since the village and neighbouring villages had massive Muslim majority therefore Hindus and Sikhs were seeking protection from Muslims. Muslims immediately promised them and said that they would even fight Muslims and would be willing to die before them.
History knows the connivance of Hindus specially of Nehru and Gandhi in making the British give the Muslim populated area of Gurdaspur and its neighbouring villages to India rather than Pakistan. while Gandhi kept a very down to earth appearance advocating love and friendship, he allowed Hindus and Sikhs to freely murder Muslims at will.
Immediately the village life changed. Now the Hindus and Sikhs had an upper hand, and the people who just a few days before were begging Muslims for protection, now had no intention of giving the same to them. Rather they joined the forces who had been programmed to kill Muslims.
More importantly some of us who today talk about Hindu and Muslim friendship and about seeing no reason why we needed Pakistan as a separate homeland for Muslims, get a very detailed answer from this book.
The writer was so good in depicting the vows of Muslims that the reader immediately starts to hate Hindus and Sikhs, but the responsibility of the writer shows when he controls our emotions and divert our hatred somewhere else.
After I had finished reading the book I started hating myself more than I hated Hindus and Sikhs. Very soon they got the fruits of their evils as most of the sikhs were murdered when they asked Nehru to fulfill his promise. Gandhi was shot dead by a Hindu. Nehru and his coming generations were killed. But the reason for which our country Pakistan was made, and the reason for which millions of Muslims happily laid down their lives, have been lost somewhere.
The whole idea of having a separate land for Muslims was that Muslims would be able to follow their religion freely. That we would be able to go to our mosques without the fear of being threatened. I feel sad when I see that less than 5% of Muslims ever go to Mosques. I fear that one day the Shaheeds of 1947 would rise up and ask us the dreaded question for which we don't have any answer 'Is this why me and family were happy to be butchered?'
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