Exodus To The World : LOVED

I am starting this chapter with an exquisite quote from a Persian Poet – Hafiz

“_{Don't make me fall in love with that face.}

_{Don't let the drunk the wine seller embrace.}

_{Sufi, you know the pace of this path.}

_{The lovers and drunks don't disgrace”}

This verse speaks volumes of relationship and the depth in various forms be it platonic, physical, emotional attachment, the pain world is going through. My story is a narrative of subtle human relationship of love, agony, relations in all it's varied form. I have been keenly observing the global issues so this story is a take on over Hatred – THAT FINALLY HUMAN ARE BLESSED AND WE PERSIST because we value Relations, feelings and emotions.

     ➡ He had been sneaking through my window to listen a YES for his answers.

We admired each other since childhood, but I tried disdaining his questions every time & Hameed was sounding as stubborn as a mule. Afraid of Abba he ditched the door & entered through the window convincing me. I also could visualise his presence and sometimes would open up the window dumb founded as an ass to witness his absence,

Out relationship – a soulful connection was more of a spiritual kind but I resisted him with a NO. Love had been feebleness catastrophe of mankind. My graduate school was finalised as in valley was Unschooled and ignoramus Kashmiri’s made the situation more worst, violence, sexual crime, terrorism was reaching it's extreme epidemic proportions. This diaspora led to migration to greener pastures...The Hegira'

And unfortunately I was no exception!!

Abba forced me take up a course in journalism from DU. Trying to fulfill his wishes I said a big NO to Hameed & paved my way to journalism

Relationships tend to make people weak !!

At times, he dived in the window

OK, so you want me to join Mujahedeen Qaum?Hameed added fuel to fire, you work in your way & me Mine

Lets see who wins? I stared him “Do you know what a Mujahid means?- 

Mujahid is a striver a struggler against his own soul. We are striver in this world , the vulture and butterflies both fly in sky but apart in spirits. Tears paved it's way and I tried hard to hide it. This year witnessed Syrian Displacement..Yemen displacement

And these shuddered me, I picked pen as a lethal weapon & He took to gun in the valley.

Days passed slowly..

But what never changed was my love for him. The campus though welcomed me, but half heartedly as I was a Kashmiri.

"Abba, I am sure, have faith in me..

The ROHINGYA'S are going through a rough patch. It is one of the least reported Genocide till date & I am covering the untold truth, He also told me Hameed was settled.

How cruel he walked away leaving a never filling void. I started my job with d-editor at NBTV. Our team had 4 people and we paved our way to evade truth.

I intervened & googled up.

TULA-TOLI the gps read the area-

Gosh 850 killed and 127 mass rapes reported- City of RAKHINE was afire.

I was infact finding mission of Myanmar Security forces of genocides.

We moved on an open gypsy towards MIN-GUI, but none helped us, even the local lads turned pale and their paused silence answered my question.

All the locals nearby seemed disillusioned on the name of village. 

On entering the village it resonated silence not even birds animals feasted to live their.Seems this was a village of happiness that had turned to dust.

A yellow flower was paving its way through a rock What a beauty of nature.Where no one perished HOPE does. HOPE OF A PROMISED LAND

I too had the hope of one day meeting Hameed. Here in Silence I can feel SCREAM!

THE PAIN:Truth Hangs its head in Shame.We reached a vandalised miniature of mosque at dawn.We tried discovering the area with our camera. I shrieked .. what we deciphered was a charred bony structure- the leg bone and next to it was a small bony structure, charred 

Skull remains and bones were a horrifyingly ugly  affect of genocides!

“It looks as if mother and child were burned alive”, 

Is there anyone Alive, I doubt

"Yes ALIVE"

echoed a voice from behind. I came forward with lamp.All we could visualise was a short bony skeletal wheatish shadow of a women ;not a women probably a girl not more than 18 yrs. This is our place, move away.

Our fore fathers have been living on this land before Myanmar existed. 

You want to cover this...write down.

She broke "We are apartheid even denied freedom of movement & they say we belong to national indigenous race, Our cultivated lands taken away by the government and we are forced labour once a week” Our tongue zipped. 

I interrupted & who’s doing this?

She answered, The ULTRANATIONALIST Now no one supports us.

I knew and had heard about the extrajudicial killings, Mass rapes, arsons, Military crackdown Being a kashmiri I can intercept more of Identity crises what we and this young girl was going through. 

“Hafizaa, is my name

Amina here...

A small child hardly of one year came stumbling, AMMO.

Pretty soul, whose he?My son Hamd, uttered Hafiza.

Oh..so uh are married. 

NO! 

Wild answer unexpected-He is the result of mass rape in the refugee camps.

So whose responsible? I was shaken & my legs trembled. They were all in seven, they raped me daily for 10 days and left me. Nobody was ready to accept this progeny as it was the result of their enemy. This ethnic cleansing cleansed my virginity! There are few more girls like me but they were forced to end up their lives. I was the one- not needed by anyone. Not by government and neither my people. But my boy had a father- an angle in disguise Come meet him-

On opening the door My Hameed, yes unforgettable HE... was standing in my front, hugging Hamd- the survivor of rape. Today he stood a perfect Hero for me. For anyone there delved humanity & it thrives over all EVIL. A terrorist a mujahid / struggler.

He was true Mujahid today in my eyes & I felt proud enough to see him so strong. The world needed more of Hameed Mujahid. The strong relationship between a struggler to its motherland, I sensed it from my heart and that was humane too.

Proudly I walked away discovering the power of Relations in our lives and headed straight to Abba.

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This shattering... devastating but inspiring journey of Mine will certainly shake your rules of a painful honest life of Hameed, Hamd & Hafiza.

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