The enjoy the for this gave life ﺍﺳﯽ ﻣﺰﮮ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺩﯼ ﮨﮯ

ﺍﯾﮏ ﺳﭽﺎ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﮧ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺑﻮﮌﮬﮯ ﺳﮑﮫ ﮐﯽ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺯﺑﺎﻧﯽ ﻣﻼﺣﻈﮧ ﮨﻮ :

1947" ﺀ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮨﻨﺪﻭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﮐﮯ ﺑﭩﻮﺍﺭﮮ ﮐﮯ ﻭﻗﺖ ﺩﮨﻠﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻧﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﻗﺘﻞ ﻋﺎﻡ ﮐﺮﻧﮯ ﮐﺎ ﻓﯿﺼﻠﮧ ﮐﯿﺎ۔ ﺩﺳﺘﻮﺭ ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﯾﮧ ﺑﻨﺎﯾﺎ ﮐﮧ ﺩﺱ ﺩﺱ ﻣﺴﻠﺢ ﺁﺩﻣﯿﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﺟﺘﮭﮧ ﺑﻨﺎ ﮐﺮ ﻧﮑﻞ ﺟﺎﺗﮯ۔ ﺟﻮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺁﺗﺎ ﺍﺳﮯ ﻣﺎﺭ ﮈﺍﻟﺘﮯ۔

ﺑﯿﺲ ﭘﭽﯿﺲ ﺩﻥ ﺗﮏ ﯾﻮﻧﮩﯽ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﺭﮨﺎ ﻟﯿﮑﻦ ﺟﯿﺴﮯ ﺟﯿﺴﮯ ﺩﻥ ﮔﺰﺭﺗﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺷﮑﺎﺭ ﻣﻠﻨﺎ ﮐﻢ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﮔﯿﺎ۔ ﺍﮐﺜﺮ ﺟﺘﮭﮯ ﺧﺎﻟﯽ ﻟﻮﭨﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﮯ۔

ﺍﯾﮏ ﺩﻥ ﮨﻢ ﻟﻮﮒ ﻭﺍﭘﺲ ﺁﺭﮨﮯ ﺗﮭﮯ ﮐﮧ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺗﮭﮍﮮ ﭘﺮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﺎ ﻣﻼ۔ ﺩﺑﻼ ﭘﺘﻼ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮐﻤﺰﻭﺭ ﺳﺎ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺗﮭﺎ۔ ﮐﺎﻻ ﺭﻧﮓ، ﭼﮭﻮﭨﯽ ﭼﮭﻮﭨﯽ ﺩﺍﮌﮬﯽ، ﺍﯾﮏ ﻣﯿﻼ ﺳﺎ ﺗﮩﻤﺪ ﺑﺎﻧﺪﮬﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﮭﺪﺭ ﮐﯽ ﻗﻤﯿﺺ ﭘﮩﻨﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﺗﮭﺎ۔

ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﭼﻠﻮ ﻧﯿﭽﮯ ﺍﺗﺮﻭ۔ "

ﺑﻮﻻ :

" ﮐﯿﻮﮞ؟ "

ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﺗﻤﮭﯿﮟ ﻗﺘﻞ ﮐﺮﯾﮟ ﮔﮯ۔ "

ﭘﻮﭼﮭﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﺎ :

" ﻣﯿﺮﺍ ﻗﺼﻮﺭ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮨﮯ؟ "

ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺳﮑﮫ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﺗﻮ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﮨﮯ ﯾﺎ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ؟ "

ﮐﮩﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﺎ :

" ﺑﻠﮑﻞ ! ﺧﺪﺍ ﮐﮯ ﻓﻀﻞ ﺳﮯ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﮨﻮﮞ۔ "

ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﺑﺲ ﺍﺳﯽ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺗﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ ﻗﺘﻞ ﮐﺮﯾﮟ ﮔﮯ۔ "

ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺩﯾﺎ :

" ﺍﭼﮭﺎ ﯾﮧ ﺑﺎﺕ ﮨﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺱ ﺳﮯ ﺍﭼﮭﯽ ﻣﻮﺕ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮨﻮﮔﯽ۔ "

ﯾﮧ ﮐﮩﮧ ﮐﺮ ﻭﮦ ﻧﯿﭽﮯ ﺍﺗﺮ ﺁﯾﺎ۔

ﮨﻢ ﮐﻮ ﻣﺬﺍﻕ ﮐﯽ ﺳﻮﺟﮭﯽ۔ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﭽﺎﻧﺎ ﭼﺎﮨﺘﮯ ﮨﻮ ﺗﻮ ﺑﭻ ﺳﮑﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ؟ "

ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﺎ :

" ﮐﺲ ﻃﺮﺡ؟ "

ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﺳﮑﮫ ﮨﻮ ﺟﺎﺅ ﺗﻮ ﭼﮭﻮﮌ ﺩﯾﮟ ﮔﮯ۔ "

ﯾﮧ ﺳﻦ ﮐﺮ ﺍﺱ ﮐﯽ ﺁﻧﮑﮭﯿﮟ ﺳﺮﺥ ﮨﻮﮔﺌﯿﮟ۔ ﮔﺮﺝ ﮐﺮ ﺑﻮﻻ :

" ﮐﺎﻓﺮ ﮐﮯ ﺑﭽﻮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﮨﻮﮞ۔ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﻢ ﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﺘﺎ ﮨﻮﮞ ﮐﮧ ﺗﻢ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﮨﻮﺟﺎﺅ۔ "

ﺍﯾﮏ ﺳﮑﮫ ﮐﺮﭘﺎﻥ ﮐﺎ ﻭﺍﺭ ﮐﺮﻧﮯ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺁﮔﮯ ﺑﮍﮬﺎ ﺗﻮ ﻭﮦ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﺠﻠﯽ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺍﭼﮭﻼ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮨﯽ ﺟﺴﺖ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺧﺎﻟﺼﮧ ﺟﯽ ﺳﮯ ﮐﺮﭘﺎﻥ ﭼﮭﯿﻦ ﮐﺮ ﺩﻭ ﮔﺰ ﭘﯿﭽﮭﮯ ﺟﺎ ﮐﮭﮍﺍ ﮨﻮﺍ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﮩﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﺎ :

" ﻟﻮﺍﺏ ﺁﺅ۔ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮﮞ ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﮐﻮﻥ ﺳﮑﮫ ﺑﻨﺎﺗﺎ ﮨﮯ۔ "

ﮨﻢ ﺳﺐ ﺍﺱ ﭘﺮ ﭨﻮﭦ ﭘﮍﮮ ﭘﺮ ﻭﮦ ﮐﺮﭘﺎﻥ ﭼﻼﺗﮯ ﭼﻼﺗﮯ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ ﺗﯿﻦ ﺁﺩﻣﯽ ﮔﮭﺎﺋﻞ ﮐﺮ ﭼﮑﺎ ﺗﮭﺎ۔

ﺁﺧﺮ ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﻧﯿﺰﮦ ﺍﺳﺘﻌﻤﺎﻝ ﮐﯿﺎ ﺟﻮ ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺳﯿﻨﮯ ﮐﮯ ﭘﺎﺭ ﮨﻮ ﮔﯿﺎ۔ ﻭﮦ ﺑﮯ ﺩﻡ ﮨﻮ ﮐﺮ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﭘﺮﮔﺮ ﭘﮍﺍ۔

ﺍﯾﮏ ﺳﺮﺩﺍﺭ ﺟﯽ ﻧﮯ ﮔﺎﻟﯽ ﺩﮮ ﮐﺮ ﮐﮩﺎ :

" ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﻣﺰﮦ؟ "

ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺩﯾﺎ :

" ﮨﺎﮞ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ، ﺍﺳﯽ ﻣﺰﮮ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺩﯼ ﮨﮯ۔ "

A true story of an old Sikh your language, see:

1947 "at the time of Partition of India in Delhi, we decided to massacre Muslims. This way we make Team made ten armed men go out. It looks that kill Muslims.

Twenty-five days, but as the days passed, he would meet the victim was less. Groups often returned empty.

One day we were coming back that they were sitting in a restaurant, holding hands with a Muslim. A lanky man was weak. Dark, small beard, and look for something a bit sloppy khidr folded and was wearing the shirt.

We said:

"Let's get down."

He said:

"Why?"

We said:

"You will kill."

Asked:

"What is my fault?"

In response, a Sikh, said:

"If you are Muslim or not?"

He said:

"Of course, by the grace of God I am a Muslim."

We said:

"Just so you will kill."

He replied:

"If it's good and it would be good death."

And he came down.

We got the joke. One said:

"I want to save can be saved?"

He asked:

"How?"

I said:

"I will leave to get relief."

But his eyes were red. Thunderstorms and said:

"Beware of the infidel Muslims. I say to you that you become Muslim."

Sabre forward to a Sikh wars of the power he leaped like a saber and a jump away in two yards behind the "Khalsa Ji" stood up and said:

"Come scum. I see who makes peace."

We have broken all our crying saber he had wounded three men.

Finally, we used the spear went through his chest. He had faint prgr ground.

A leader in the abuse and said:

"I have fun?"

Answered:

"Quite right, then this is for fun."