Hey everyone here, Why do you guys keep stoking the flames of history. Why do you guys(Indians and Pakistanis) blame each other for this massacre. Let's all get over it.
Instead of blaming each other here, why don't we all actually share our stories with each other about the partition. Blaming each other won't change history, we cool?
Let me tell you guys this story about a Sikh family who saved my grandparents lives during the partition,before they migrated to Singapore.
My grandparents were orginally born in Jalandhar, Punjab. During the partition, they decided to start a new life in Pakistan.
As they were making their way there to Lahore, They stopped for the night at the outskirts of Amristar when they met with this poor Sikh family including 2 children, who escaped from the Muslim mobs who burned their house .Their origins were unknown.
They had a cart full of bags, and the Sikh family was rather sad and hungry. My Grandparents, felt sorry for them , being poor themselves, but shared their dinner with them, consisting of only cold chapattis my grandmother have stocked. The Sikhs family were grateful to my Grandparents.
They spend the night talking to each other. She remembered the Sikh family telling them that they heard news that the Muslim mobs were making their way to their house, so they quickly carried whatever they could, and left and barely escaped.
While chit-chatting, a group of Hindu Mobs, a few minutes away, could be heard shouting and were making their way towards the 2 families. My grandparents were worried sick, and thought their lives ended there.
The Sikh family then did something, that I would always be grateful, not only to that Sikh family, but to the whole Sikh community itself.
The Sikh's Family father,quickly tied a turban(according to my grandma, he looked cute in that) on my grandfather, and handed a "Kara" each to my grandparents.
When the mobs( consisting of about 20 people), arrived, they asked questions on whether they were muslims or not. My grandparents denied, and showed evidence of their faith. The mobs left them and went on.
My grandparents breath a sigh and was grateful to the Sikh family
The following day, the both families parted. They wished each other good luck. My grandma, handed them a few chappatis in an old rag for them as a sign of goodwill. The both families waved their final goodbye, and they never saw each other again
Today, my grandma still remembers the partition, and that family. In fact, my grandma still has the "Kara" she kept in the drawer and showed me.
This shows that it is possible for both Sikhs, Muslims and Hindus to coexist with each other. And I still stick with this belief
over pictures of dead people!
