Pakistan Zindabad (Long Live Pakistan)
The first part of this story is how it was narrated to me by my father. The year was 1947. India Pakistan partition had just taken place, and my father who was the eldest of the siblings in the family had a task on hand. In the midst of senseless and rampant killing going on both sides of the border targeting one of the biggest human migration history has witnessed, he had to move his family from Jullundur India to Lahore Pakistan, and to do it safely. The family consisted of his aging and sick parents and younger siblings. A large truck was acquired to accomplish this feat. The family with all their worldly possessions were loaded up. Father stood on a high platform watching guard with a gun in his hand. He placed the gun strategically with the barrel emerging from under a raincoat clearly visible and as a deterrent. On the way to Lahore, they passed violent mobs and insane scenes of blood and gory which I would rather take a pass on describing. Their truck with father at...