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23. The true meaning of Jihad
CHAPTER 23
The true meaning of Jihad
Moving
forward and standing in front of Jamir, Hakeem said, “You are born in this
country, you live in this country and you die in this country. Giving the
excuse of jihad you are doing anti-national deeds to this very country which is
like a mother to you. Eh, I am a pure Muslim, who does namaz five times a day.
Not only that I have read the most sacred text in the world the Koran at least
thousand times. I read it daily.”
Hammering on Jamir’s
chest, Hakeem said, “Do you know the true meaning of the word ‘Jihad’? Jihad does
not mean putting bombs in trains, gullies and bazaars and killing innocent
people. Jihad means sacred war. To protect justice. What are you all becoming?
You are becoming murderers. You are bringing a bad name to all of us.”
Pointing with two
hands, Hakeem said, “I am the only Muslim in this forest. Yet these tribals
have built a Masjid for me so that I can do namaz five times a day. Such was
the mind of the Indians. How can you people do injustice to such a country like
India?”
Touching the ground,
Hakeem said, “My India is great. I am praying daily to Allah that I may be born
again and again in this country.”
Crying with hand on the
ground, Hakeem said to Durga, “My dear, Allah will never forgive such
anti-nationals like this fellow. They all will go to hell.”
Chikka came and patted
on Hakeem’s back. Both hugged each other. All were silent. Jamir watched with
tears in his eyes.
Going near Jamir,
pointing to Durga, Chikka said, “ She has
given you offering of life.”
Going near Durga,
Chikka said, “You have given him offering of life. Now you only tell what
punishment we must give him.”
All were waiting for Durga
to speak. Jamir was looking at Durga lovingly with tears in his eyes.
Durga said, “Uncle,
please release. Let him return to his children. Let him live as father and
mother to those motherless children.”
Looking at the
villagers, Chikka ordered, “Release him.”
Villagers released Jamir.
Chikka said, “Our Durga
has given you an offering of life. Go. At least from now on instead of doing
anti-national deeds in the name of jihad live as father and mother to your
motherless children.”
Pointing to Durga,
Chikka said, “As this motherly Durga has said.”
Jamir was looking at Durga
lovingly with tears in his eyes. Going near her with folded hands, Jamir said,
“Daughter Durga, you are really a mother. You have become 2nd mother
to me. You have forgiven me as a mother. By giving me the offering of life you
have saved my children. Your heart is so great.”
He looked at the sky,
the forest and at the tribals. Finally he looked at Durga.
“All the religions in
the world say that even when man dies, his soul does not die.”
With tears in his eyes,
Jamir, “But today do you know what has happened to me because of your words? My
body is alive but my soul is dead.”
He put his head on the
ground and cried.
Sitting down and
looking at Durga, Jamir said, “Mother, you have enlightened me. I have
understood the real meaning of Jihad because of you. Jihad means sacrificing one’s
life for the country in which one is born. I have understood this now. Those
terrorists put all sorts of wrong thoughts about Jihad in my mind. I was
convinced that killing innocent people and doing anti-national deeds was Jihad.
But now I understand. I am happy that I was born in such a sacred land like
India.”
Taking the mud in his
hands and putting it to his eyes, Jamir said, “My India is great.”
He got up. “I am ready
to sacrifice my life for this country. I will try to convert people who are
moving on the wrong path like me.”
Saluting, Jamir, “My
India is great. Jai India. Jai hind”
Villagers said, “My
India is great. Bharat mata ki jai.”
THIS
IS THE GREATNESS OF INDIA.
THIS
IS THE GOLDEN HEART OF INDIANS.
Let us correct those
who have gone to wrong path.
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22. Durga refuses to burn
CHAPTER 22
Durga refuses to burn
This man
whom the villagers had tied to a tree was not Jaidev. He was Jamir, a
terrorist. Krishna had seen him when he had removed the cloth over this face. Jamir
was the leader of the terrorist gang that had visited Dodda Naik’s hut that
night. And it was Jamir who had killed Dodda Naik and also his wife Jhansi.
When Krishna had told the villagers about the real face of Jaidev, they had
become very angry. Now they were ready to burn Jamir to death. And they had
given the task to Durga who had become an orphan because of the act of Jaidev
alias Jamir.
Durga was approaching
the Jamir with the burning torch in her hand staring at him.
Behind her, the
villagers shouted loudly, “Jai Durga jai Durga.”
Durga was behaving as
if she was possessed. The drummer was also beating the drum as if he was
possessed. One man was blowing the shell. Jaidev was shivering with fear. Durga
was moving ahead alone. All were behaving as if they were affected with mass
hysteria. All were waiting for the Jamir to burn to ashes. Durga was moving
ahead with red eyes.
Crying loudly, Jamir
said, “Mother dear, no one can hear my words. No one has ears, hearts. You are
of the age of my daughter. At least you listen to words before burning me.”
But Durga was not ready
to listen. She was moving ahead as if she did not hear anything.
Jamir pleaded, “Oh my
daughter.”
Now Durga started
feeling some how. She was now becoming a bit more conscious.
Jamir pleaded, “Oh my
daughter. I have four girls of your age.”
Durga stared at Jaidev.
Jamir said, “Motherless
children.”
Durga stopped moving
ahead and looked at soldier.
Jamir cried, “Not only
that, my child, they don’t have anyone other than me. My dear, if you burn me,
they will also become orphans like you.”
Durga’s face fell. She stood
and stared at him. Her hand shivered. Jamir’s trick was working.
Jamir said, “Mother,
they have tied me otherwise I would have fallen at your feet and pleaded with
you to save my life. You can hand me over to the police instead of taking my
life. You can break my hands and legs if you want, I will not stop you.”
Durga was excited. She had
tears in her eyes.
Villagers shouted, “Jai
Durga, jai Durga.”
All stared at Durga as
if they were possessed. They were waiting eagerly to see Jawan burn to ashes.
Jamir cried, “Daughter,
by taking my life, please don’t make my children orphans. As a mother, please
excuse the mistake I have done. Please do not make them helpless as orphans.”
Durga’s shivering hands
tightened.
Behind her, villagers
shouted, “Jai Durga, Jai Durga.”
Durga lifted her head
crying. She ran away from Jaidev and threw the torch away. Jawan stared at her.
She cried. She put her head on the ground and hammered her head.
Durga cried, “Amma.”
Villagers stopped
shouting. The drummer stopped drumming. It was completely silent. Everyone was
shocked.
Chikka Naik approached
Durga. He made her sit up. She stared at him crying bitterly.
Chikka Naik said
angrily, “Durga, what is wrong with you? Why did you do that?”
Moving a bit back,
Chikka said, “There is fire in your stomach.”
Pointing to the
villagers and huts, Chikka said, “There is a huge mountain of fire in the
stomachs of these villagers.”
Pointing to the forest,
Chikka said, “There is fire in the forest. If that this has to cool down”
Going near the Jamir,
Chikka said, “We have to burn this demon, this anti-national to ashes.”
Picking up the burning
torch from the ground and moving near Durga, giving the torch to Durga, Chikka
said, “Take, burn him to ashes.”
Durga cried, “Uncle, I
cannot burn him.”
Villagers were all
watching.
Chikka said angrily, “If
you cannot, than I myself will burn him.”
Chikka Naik went near
the Jamir.
Villagers shouted, “Jai
forest goddess.”
Looking at the sky
shocked, Jamir cried, “Oh god, save me. My life is now getting over.”
Villagers were
shouting. Durga ran and fell at Chikka Naik’s feet. “Please don’t burn him.”
Chikka Naik was
shocked. “Why? The fire in your stomach has to go. Why are you stopping me? The
fire in the forest will cool down only if he is burnt to ashes.”
Standing in front of
him and shaking her head, Durga pleaded, “No. Please don’t burn him. I am
begging with folded hands.”
All were shocked.
Chikka asked, “Why are you stopping me from burning this fellow who put fire to
this forest?”
Durga said, “He had
four daughters of my age.”
Chikka said angrily, “If
he has daughters, so what?”
Durga said, “Daughters
without mother.”
All were silent.
Pointing to Jamir, Durga said, “If you burn him, those children will become
orphans. They should not become orphans like me, uncle.”
All were shocked. Jamir
was also shocked.
Durga said, “What
mistake have those children done? Those innocent children must not become
orphans because of me, uncle.”
All were watching in
great shock.
Durga said, “Please
save those children, uncle. Don’t make them orphans, uncle.”
Naik was shocked to see
Durga clutching to his legs and pleading. He threw the torch away and lifted to
her feet and hugged her.
With tears in his eyes,
Chikka Naik said, “Daughter, you have such a golden heart. You are not a child
but a mother. You have become a mother. You have become forest goddess.”
Leaving Durga and going
to Jamir, Chikka said, “Look, look at this girl’s heart.”
Pointing to the
villagers, Chikka said, “Look at the hearts of these villagers.”
Pointing to the forest,
Chikka said, “Look at the heart of this forest, the heart of Indians. They all
have golden hearts.”
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