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Nadji chain-smoked and coughed as we spoke, his lanky, gaunt frame shaken by chronic bronchitis brought on by endless cigarettes, stress, the dust in Egypt, and now Kashmir’s cold, damp climate. “At first, we could move across the LOC easily. We’d go over at night, and attack Indian patrols or watch posts with mortars, RPGS (rocket-propelled grenades), and automatic weapons. The Indians usually panicked, and fired everywhere.
“The Hindus made the Afghan Communist soldiers look brave.” He laughed scornfully. “We killed a lot of them.
Many just ran away.” News that fierce Afghan mujahedin veterans, who showed no mercy and took no prisoners, were operating in Kashmir, demoralized Indian troops and kept them hunkered down in their fortified positions.
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Would you like me to post photos too? I’m sure I can get them to send some over, and I can tag every one of you akLUND Bharati in my post.
I wouldn’t call you cowardly, though the folks I personally know, definitely do, and none of them are Muslims. They called you cowardly by nature, and said Churchill was absolutely right about a United India being easily taken over by Muslims. I told them, it’s not cowardly, it’s inherent fear of being subjugated. That’s why you ilks are obsessed with Muslims, Islam, Pakistan etc. can’t shake it off.
@Sayfullah @kingQamaR @Abid123 @Genghis khan1 @Dalit @Battlion25
LOL. That is VERY different from what you had initially claimed.
Also that is NOT under "kashmir', but under "Afghanistan". Let me quote the whole thing for you,
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"Nadji chain-smoked and coughed as we spoke, his lanky, gaunt frame shaken by chronic bronchitis brought on by endless cigarettes, stress, the dust in Egypt, and now Kashmir’s cold, damp climate. “At first, we could move across the LOC easily. We’d go over at night, and attack Indian patrols or watch posts with mortars, RPGS (rocket-propelled grenades), and automatic weapons. The Indians usually panicked, and fired everywhere.
“The Hindus made the Afghan Communist soldiers look brave.” He laughed scornfully. “We killed a lot of them. Many just ran away.” News that fierce Afghan mujahedin veterans, who showed no mercy and took no prisoners, were operating in Kashmir, demoralized Indian troops and kept them hunkered down in their fortified positions.
“But you know, my friend, the same evil thing happened here as in Afghanistan,” Nadji continued. “The many resistance groups each ended up with a different sponsor, and they spent as much time fighting each other as they did the infidel.
We cursed Muslims are always better at fighting our brothers than the unbelievers.” His body shook from a spasm of coughing.
“By now,” he continued bitterly, “the Indians have learned to fight better. They are more aggressive. Kashmiris are becoming afraid to help us, or they even inform on the mujahedin—to prevent their villages from being burned down and their women raped.” Nadji shrugged, and stroked his uneven beard. “We don’t have enough men, or arms. This time, there are no Stinger missiles to use against Indian helicopters.
The war, my old friend, is getting very difficult. We are really alone.” But what about support from the Islamic world? I asked. Nadji spat on the ground and lit another cigarette. “Support? We have been abandoned.
Only Pakistan gives us any real help. A little ‘baksheesh’ [money, tips] comes from the Gulf emirates—less, for sure, than the money the emirs spend each week on their
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"European whores. Other than that, the Muslim world completely ignores the Kashmir intifada.
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Those bastard Muslim sons of dogs won’t even give us diplomatic support. And the
Indians are clever, very clever at buying off the Arab states and other Muslim nations. Some trade, vacations to Bombay, gold rings and jewels, that’s all it takes.
Muslims can be bought for very little.”
Nadji was right. India’s skillful diplomacy, and its sheer size, made even Islamic nations unwilling to support the Kashmiri struggle for independence. What benefit could be gained by antagonizing mighty India for the sake of a little-known people who seemed unlikely to ever gain independence? Delhi cleverly played another diplomatic card by making it very clear to Arab states that its long-time support of Palestinian rights would depend on their silence over Kashmir. Delhi apparently saw no contradiction in steadfastly advocating self-determination and statehood for Palestinians on one hand, while denying the same right to Kashmiris on the other—or by regularly condemning Israel in the UN for its repression in Palestine, while insisting the UN had no business whatsoever in Kashmir.
We sat and sipped tea, watching the steam from our dented tin mugs rise up in the cool, moist air. We had drunk tea many times before in Peshawar, and inside Afghanistan as well. Those days seemed very distant: we young optimists had hoped the brutal Russians and their local Communist henchmen would be driven from Afghanistan and replaced by an Islamic government, guided by the Koran’s princi ples of equal justice, social welfare, equality, and the active democracy practiced during the early, golden days of Islam.
“We killed Afghanistan to make it free. Maybe we’ll do the same for Kashmir,” observed Nadji dejectedly. “By God, we beat Russia, the world’s biggest military power,
and now we’re being asked to go beat India, with almost one billion people. How many miracles can we do in one lifetime, in the name of Allah. How many?” More tea and cigarettes brightened Nadji’s mood. “But what else can we do? The Holy Koran tells us it’s the duty of all good Muslims to go fight injustice wherever it occurs. Every man must fight his own jihad, both against his own internal devils, and against the world’s wrongs.” Such earnest and pious professions may sound romantic, even theatrical, to Western ears. In our world, consumerism and moviestar worship long ago replaced religion. But among Muslims it is still common to “live by the book” and be guided by its commands. Young, militant Muslims, like Nadji, reject Western
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"values, and have sought to rebuild a psychological foundation for themselves in the rediscovery of their grandfathers’ beliefs and customs. There must have been many young men in the International Brigades during the Spanish Civil War who spoke just like Nadji, their hearts filled with the fresh optimism of youth and the incandescent passion of certainty and faith.
Nadji stood, embraced me repeatedly, and put his hand over my heart, in the manner of the Afghans. He waved farewell as our jeep departed. I looked back at him as we bounced away along the dirt track, a lone holy warrior from distant Egypt, waging his own lonely struggle against the world’s second most populous nation for the sake of oppressed fellow Muslims, whose alien IndoEuropean language he could not even speak.
A year later, I learned that my old friend Nadji had been shaheed, martyred.
He had been killed in action against Indian forces during a nighttime firefight. His men had to leave his body on the field. Commander Nadji’s jihad was over. The news of his death shook me. "
LOL at the boast of one dead Rent-a-Egyptian-Terrorist who died at the hands of the Indian forces. All that boasting only to DIE at the hands of these "Indian cowards".
But more than his opinion on BSF, it was his opinion on fellow muslims that was most entertaining. Tell me you agree with ALL his opinions.
