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bs asahe ......
Kyun waisay? Bata do behan, trolls key waja say tho nahi ja rahi?
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bs asahe ......
Kyun waisay? Bata do behan, trolls key waja say tho nahi ja rahi?
naee bulkul naee troll ki waja thori na he
asahe kam par tawaja dene he
Oh ok, I understand. Phir aap wapis ao gee kabhi? Hum phir batein kaisay karay gaye?
hahhah haan dakha jaee ga
ok p(-)0ENiX ALLAH HAFIZ ..
Memoirs of a Hindu girl | DAWN.COM
I grew up in fear every face around me depicted nothing but fear. I am sure that the first expression on my parents face on my birth as a female child born to Hindu parents living in Kandhkot would have been that of fear also. Why did I bring so much fear into the lives of my parents? I grew up always wondering what is it about me that continues to terrify. But I always drew a blank. How naïve I was.
Before I knew it, the time to attend school had arrived. School was comfortable; however, there were times when I felt like an outsider, finding it difficult to gel in with rest of the majority. Perhaps the snide remarks and incidents of discrimination led me to believe that I am not one of them. Of those incidents, I still vividly remember no one eating with me and refusing to sip from the cup I drank from.
Home wasnt very different either. My mother asked questions about my life at school and otherwise looking for answers that would somehow relinquish her from the unknown fear. Afraid to disappoint her, I realised very early in my life that my mother could not be my confidant.
Growing up was not easy.
And then it happened. The fears of my mother and many Hindu mothers like her materialised. I went out to one of the largest markets of Kandhkot and was abducted by a man I knew very well. He was none other than the guard who was responsible for safeguarding our temples.
Knowing his face well prompted me to sit with him in his car without protest, however, instead of taking me to my house he turned to an alley that I wasnt too familiar with. Scared and unsure about what lay ahead I started screaming just to hear my abductor scream louder and threaten me. Astonished and unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation I sat still until it was time to step out of the car to a small house which looked abandoned.
We entered the house to find a large room devoid of any furniture and other bearings except for a carpet that covered the floor. I was made to sit down on the floor.
Uncertain about what was going to happen to me; my mind raced with thoughts of the recent news of the abductions and forced conversions of Hindu girls. I sat there shuddering. The realisation struck me and I could see my entire life in front of me in kaleidoscope. My mothers fears, my fathers warnings, the alienation I felt, the yearning to be a part of the circle of friends, the search for a confidant, a friend.
My worst fears were reaffirmed when a man wearing a turban entered the room to teach me about a religion which I grew up hearing about, however, felt no urge to practise or embrace. He kept sermonising me for hours but was unable to get me to listen to him, realising that he left asking me to ponder about the true religion.
His departure did not ignite any fire for eternal glory inside me but only made me wonder why did my parents not relocate to another country when they had the chance to do so? Why did they continue to live in fear waiting for the inevitable to happen instead of making a move to safer pastures? And, what made me think that I am any different from countless girls who are forced to change their faith?
Each passing day appeared to be more and more surreal. The ritual of preaching continued for days, I lost track. Eventually, when preaching did not do the trick, my abductor threatened me.
The routine ranging from threats to persuasion and from glorifying the paradise to the wrath of God for non-believers only made me wonder: Do we not all pray to the same God a God who is manifested in nature, colours, happiness and love? Why would he punish me for being a Hindu?
Somewhere along this relentless persuasion, came that horrifying threat of harming my family I gave in. My approval followed a small ceremony in which I was forced to embrace Islam and later married off to the man who will always be remembered as the messiah who for saved me from the unknown territory of sin and infidelity I was treading on.
After the ceremony, instead of receiving blessings for a happy and prosperous life ahead, I was immediately escorted to a local court where a Muslim magistrate declared my conversion and marriage in accordance with the law.
The news of my conversion and marriage to a Muslim man spread like wildfire. I dreaded the moment of meeting my parents. I never wanted to see pain and agony on their faces let alone be the reason for all their grief. Sure enough, one look at my mother made me yearn for my own death.
I wanted to tell her that I love her and that her safety was all I had in mind when I converted. I wanted to tell my father to keep my sisters safe. I wanted to tell my brothers to leave the country whilst they still could. I wanted to say much more but their silent pain and suffering made me wish if only I wasnt born a girl, if only I wasnt born in Pakistan, if only I had the right to be myself and practise my faith without being herded into a religion that I failed to comprehend, if only I could make them all understand that there is just one God for all, if only I could give us all an identity that we rightly deserve.
Looking at all the faces that once seemed familiar; I wondered: who am I?
I am one but share the pain of many. I am Rachna Kumari, Rinkle Kumari, Manisha Kumari and the many more Hindu girls who will be forced to convert in Pakistan. I am the fear of their families and the agony that they undergo. I am the misery of those girls who die a little every day for the injustices done to them.
I am a minority living in an intolerant society.
Memoirs of a Hindu girl | DAWN.COM
The routine ranging from threats to persuasion and from glorifying the paradise to the wrath of God for non-believers only made me wonder: Do we not all pray to the same God a God who is manifested in nature, colours, happiness and love? Why would he punish me for being a Hindu?
You cant be forced to convert to Islam.
She came from a poor family. That was the main problem. Rich hindus in Pakistan do not get discriminated against. I had hindu frineds in karachi and of their father owned a jewelery shop and another a famous sweet shop. They were quite happy to live in karachi. We all went together and had fun.
The problem here is that any poor family will get victimized for different reasons. Shias, ahmadis, christians and even SUNNNIS if they are poor will face problems. But there are many rich shias, ahmaidis, christians living a happy life in Pakistan. They are in the govt depts and big business men. Zardari is a shia, our former PM yousuf Raza Gilani was a shia, Benazir was a shia. I can give many examples of minorities who are rich and powerful. Now why arent these shias doing something to help the mionirities?
I am not saying what is happening is right, but lets not blame the whole society for the injustice by a few mullahs and their henchmen.
Majoirty of Pakistanis condemn this shameful act and if I was there and this was happening in front of my eyes I would have dared to stop it.
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You cant be forced to convert to Islam.
If I have been forced and have succumbed, who the hell is he or she having the gumption to hold out?
Someone should really do something about Dawn News this news network has been publishing divisive and vitriolic propaganda articles that are designed to undermine Pakistan and it's efforts to progress. These people not only exaggerate the stories they report but editorialize the story.
OMG just look at the comments
///can i ask you the question, why this fetish for one god, what is the problem with having two god, or say fifteen or none .
i detect a sort of abhramanic guilt when you say, that there is one god....well, since abhramanic faiths share the same trait, ok fine, but then why paint us with the same strain.
///Completely agree abcd. What's the 'one god' deal anyway? It's a conept that binds the three abrahamic faiths. Why in the world do people following eastern religious philosophies fall over each other to accept this fairy tale? Are they trying to be 'legitimate' religions in the eyes of Christians, Muslims and Jews?
///All religions are man made belief systems. In pakistan, religion is the cage in which peoples minds are imprisoned to ensure the hold of the corrupt military led ruling elites on the resources and wealth of the country.
A democratic , secular , undivided and non- aligned Hind is best
that is not imposing your own point of view no sir shhhh jai hind
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Could she not understand the stark contrast between the idolaters and polytheists?
You cant be forced to convert to Islam.
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Could she not understand the stark contrast between the idolaters and polytheists?