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Kashmiri Pandit Settled In Bhopal Shared His Pain

Kashmiri Pandit settled in Bhopal shared his pain. Muslims said – run away, we will make Pakistan here, the pain of Kashmiri Pandit spilled; tales of pain narrated with moist eyes.

Sharing his pain, a Kashmiri Pandit settled in Bhopal said that I still remember the day when neighboring Muslims had become enemies of our lives.

I was 20 then, we lived in Buran Patan village of Baramulla district of Kashmir Valley.

There was a magnificent three-story house, an apple orchard, a whole mountain on which we had fields, cattle were grazed. Life was very happy and we lived as if in heaven.

But then came that night, which made life hell in an instant. We were told by our own neighboring Muslims – ‘You leave your house, farm, land and run away, we will make Pakistan here.

Kashmiri Pandit settled in Bhopal: Tales of pain told with moist eyes.

Telling this story full of infinite pain, the eyes of Kashmiri Pandit Anil Bhatt, a resident of Danish Kunj in the Kolar area of ​​Bhopal, became moist.

He says- ‘There were 400 Muslim families and six Kashmiri Pandit families in our village. They used to work on our farm, borrow money from us.

Everything was fine But suddenly in December 1989, everything started changing rapidly. We started hearing incidents of beating, killing Kashmiri Pandits every day.

By January (1990), the situation went from bad to worse. Finally, in the early hours of January 19, we had to leave everything and run away.

We were the richest in the village, now selling milk in Bhopal.

The Bhatt family was the richest in the village and today they are living in Bhopal by distributing milk from house to house.

The three thousand square feet house, such a large courtyard, apple orchards, vegetable fields, almonds, cherry trees, we left there, the zipper was occupied by the Muslims.

Those whom we used to help, they had called terrorists to kill me.

Anil Bhatt’s father Chunilal Bhatt says- When I returned to the village from Delhi, after understanding the whole matter, I also decided that I would have to leave from here.

We used to give our oxen to our neighboring Muslim family to plow the field. I asked him what to do with these bulls now? He said, come to my house in the evening, let’s sit and talk.

When I went to his house, he was not at home. When I started leaving after waiting for half an hour, his family members started pressurizing me to stay. Sensing the danger, I quickly left.

Some people met on the way, they slowly told me that terrorists have been called to kill you.

Get out of here immediately. I managed to escape that day and reached Jammu in a truck along with the other two Pandit families.

Change the time on the clock, now this is Pakistan.

Anil Bhatt says- ‘It is December 1989. I was going somewhere by bus. Instead of playing songs daily in the bus, suddenly the sounds of gunshots started coming from the radio.

Then it was announced on the radio that ‘Kashmiri Pandits should run away from here or they will be killed. I was terribly terrified.

The Muslim youth sitting next to me in the bus, looking at the watch on my wrist, said – ‘Take its time back by half an hour. Now, this is Pakistan.

Here now the time of Pakistan will be on the clock. It was the first time I felt that everything would be over soon.

It was printed in the newspaper – ‘The soldiers will kill the sons first’

Anil says- ‘There used to be an Urdu newspaper named Alsafa in Kashmir. One day in January 1990, it was printed – ‘The young sons of Kashmiri Pandits will be killed first.

Then on the morning of January 16, written in Urdu outside our house. A poster was put up – ‘Go away from here in two days or you will not survive.

Father had gone to his brother working in Delhi. Tauji – Taiji said pack your things, on the morning of 19 we have to run away I started crying that papa is not in the house, how to go?

Tauji explained that there are mother and sister (Umashree Bhatt-Chaya Bhatt) in the house. Anything can happen here.

Then on January 19, we got into the truck and it was dark. I left. The one my father used to teach, he told us, run away from here.

Get away from here.

It is from January 12-13. I was going with my maternal uncle when the terrorists of JKLF (Jammu Kashmir Liberation Front) stopped us in the jeep and made us sit in the car.

They had guns, where we were taken, there were a lot of Muslims. One of them was Asan Dar.

He asked, what is your father’s name? I told Chunilal Bhatt. Dar said, ‘Well, you are the owner’s son. He taught me that’s why I am leaving you, Runaway from here.

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