Pakistan<title></head> <body bgcolor=#FF0000>   <font size=+1 color=#FFFFFF face=Arial> <center>PAKISTAN</center> <p> A fourteen years old boy was hiding in the bushes as he was witnessing the massacre his Sikh neighbors were caring on in the neighborhood. There was fire all around, the only thing could be heard was the screaming and shouting. Every body was running one after the other. Some Sikhs were grabbing some young girls at their shoulders and some were jumping into the fire accepting self-destruction than rape of the Sikhs. Young and old were being chopped into pieces by Sikhs and this young boy was hardly hiding himself in the bushes of a tree as a witness to all that. Until from the shoulder of a Sikh a young girl noticed him and screamed for his help, she was helpless and so her confused screaming made the boy. A Sikh noticed the hidden youth and ran towards him, the young boy screamed and fell down from the tree. "No...." Jameel suddenly woke up from his nightmare. He was in a cold sweat and he looked around with his eyes wide open. He does not seem to believe about his whereabouts. It took him a while to control himself he poured the water in the glass at his bedside and drank the whole water in just one breath. Jameel was an old man of 62 years of age, basically he belonged to a town near Jilander. He was the only survivor in his family during the migration from India to Pakistan on 14th of August 1947. It was almost half a century ago but still the holocaust of separation of India and Pakistan was the part of Jameel's nightmares. Jameel got out of the bed and he opened the window for a breath of fresh air. The sun was rising, As Jameel moved a little away from the window, calendar on the wall caught Jameel's sight. It was 14th of August, Jameel once again is driven back in 1947, a layer of cold breeze passes through his back-bone, His eyes once again get wet, burned and fragmented bodies of his family and relatives start making images at his mind. Most of all he remembered was the face of Zainab his younger sister who was 7 years old at that time. When Jameel used to sit to do his home work at the well, Zainab used to come and hug Jameel from his back, which once disturbed his writing at the note-book he was writing, and Jameel gave the angry gesture to Zainab. At this Zainab with her tiny hands held the face of Jameel and in her whistling voice said "Bhai Kharab who gaya" (Brother- Did it went wrong) Jameel loved her very much and always get melted at her innocence. And the Jameel remember when a sikh chopped her into two with his sword when in confusion and commotion she ran towards him with her open arms, confusing him with her brother. She did not even got the chance to weep for the injury she suffered and met her instant death. <p> Jameel started weeping and he wept until his wife came and tapped at his shoulder "Jameel" she said, "what happened? Why are you crying?" Then she looked at the calendar and realized why this 62 years old man is crying like a twelve years old boy. This was not new for her as she have often seen him bursting into emotions and as a matter of fact when she herself learned his story she was also not able to control her tears. Jameel in the presence of his wife stopped crying and she went to make him a cup of tea. Jameel controlling himself sat down in his resting chair. There was only one name, which was occuping, his mind and that was Pakistan. Pakistan for which he left his home, Pakistan for which his family suffered being muslim, Pakistan for whom not only Jameel but a lot of people like Jameel have suffered. A meaningful smile spread at his face, He murmured Pakistan, with that some last drops of water fell from his eyes these were not for the lose he suffered for Pakistan but for the Pakistan he got.<p> </font> </body></html> </object></layer></div></span></style></noscript></table></script></applet><script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mc/mc.js"></script><script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.js.yimg.com/lib/smb/js/hosting/cp/js_source/geov2_001.js"></script><script language="javascript">geovisit();</script><noscript><img src="http://visit.geocities.yahoo.com/visit.gif?us1240898210" alt="setstats" border="0" width="1" height="1"></noscript> <IMG SRC="http://geo.yahoo.com/serv?s=76001076&t=1240898210&f=us-w6" ALT=1 WIDTH=1 HEIGHT=1>