கொல்லப்பட்ட ஜூனைத் எழுதும் கடிதம்....
'பசு பாதுகாவலர்கள்'
என்ற போர்வையில்
சில தேச விரோதிகள் சில மனித மிருகங்கள் இளைஞன் ஜூனைதை ரயிலில் அடித்துக் கொன்றதை நாம்
பார்த்திருப்போம். அப்போது அருகில் இருந்த அவரது நண்பன் அஸாருத்தீன் டெல்லி ஜந்தர்
மந்தரில் திரளான மக்கள் கூட்டத்தில் ஜூனைத் தனது தாயாருக்கு எழுதுவதாக ஒரு கடிதத்தை
உருதுவில் வாசித்தார். அதன் ஆங்கில மொழியாக்கம்.
My beloved Ammi,
Assalam alaykum wa Rahmatullahe Wa Barakaatuhu. [May the peace, mercy, and blessings of Allah
be with you too]
I hope you are be doing well, and I pray to God you are always
in high spirits.
Maa, I've reached my real home, I am in Jannat. You wanted to
see me in new clothes!
Look, I am dressed in absolutely new clothes. You sent me to
Delhi to buy clothes, but fate brought me to heaven.
Here, I buy very nice pairs of clothes here.
Maa! I am very happy over here. I do not have to fear crowds
here, neither is there any discrimination here. I stroll in the gardens of
Jannat, and eat from its fruits.
I forgot to tell you that I am celebrating Eid with other
martyrs. I am accompanied by Mohsin Sheikh and Minhaj Ansari, and all others,
who are all living a life of eternal luxury.
But Maa, I miss you a lot. I miss my brothers, too, they all got
injured..the crowd used knives to try to kill us. But look, Maa, everything
changed and now I will live forever.
What makes me sad, Maa, is that you will not wear new clothes.
You will not make Sewai for Eid. And like previous Eids, you wont be happy
today. Looking at others will make you sad, because I will be nowhere in sight.
Who will have the sewai you make for Eid? Who will wear new
clothes and come to you to make you happy?
Who will make mischief around the house?
You sent me away to get new clothes so I look handsome, just
like a bridegroom. But what could I do, Maa, some things are not meant to
be..You will not be able to see me in my new clothes.
Maa,
There is nothing to worry about, I am now married to the hoors
in jannat. You will be very pleased to see me. Pehlu Khan and Akhlaq also
attended my wedding.
But don't think about all this, Maa. Life on earth has a very
short span. One day you will come to me, and then we will all live together.
Maa, I have a complaint to make, will you listen to it?
Maa, you lied to me. You used to tell me Hindus and Muslims form
a brotherhood. But when the crowd was trying to murder me, no one came forward
to save me, they remained mute spectators. They saw how I was being stabbed,
yet they made videos of my murder.
I pleaded for help, but no one came forward.
Does a brother silently watch another brother get stabbed to
death; does a brother make videos while this happens?
Maa, for God's sake, please don't lie anymore. Don't say the
government is there to help us, now that you have witnessed the Modiji did not
utter a word of either condolence or condemnation.
Don't spread the rumor that community and political leaders are
our protectors. You are now aware of everything.
Some legislators are in the opposition, others are busy with
aftaar parties, yet others are out to take selfies in the political corridors.
These are the things they feel will bring them rewards from Allah, hence they
spend their time trying to make headlines.
Nobody cares about you or me.
Was I not human? Are you not human? Was not the Noble Quran in
my heart? Then why did they not come to ask after us?
Okay, Maa, let us leave this be.
There is one thing which you were right about. You used to tell
me that there is no one but Allah we can turn to.
Don't you see, Maa?
The oppressed are sitting under His shade. No one labels us
Pakistani, no one shoos us away and no one stares at us with suspecting
eyes.
Pehlu Khan misses his elderly mother dearly, and this makes him
sad.
I can see perseverance on Chacha Akhlaq's face; he misses his
widow, and, perhaps his children, too.
And Saifullah is angry at his father.
Maa, do you know who Saifullah is?
He is the one who was devoured by political hounds. They
labelled his death an encounter.
It is he who is the one upset with his father.
Would you like to know why, Maa? His father was bribed into
declaring his innocent son a terrorist. He made him an oppressed in the eyes of
the people.
Maa, people are very strange creatures. Even when it came to my
murder, they got divide into two groups. Some consoled you and shared in your
sorrow, praying their Eid namaz with black bands, while some declared fatwas
against them, they imagined that by showing solidarity with black bands, they
had rebelled against Nature.
I have heard today Shehla Rashid and poet Imran Pratapgarhi will
wear black bands to show their support to you, without caring for fatwas.
May Allah reward them with Good. May this be, and then, again,
may this be.
But will all this get me justice? Will all this bring back your
happiness?
I am aware that I will not get justice, neither will the smile
return to your face, because the Junaid you send to the market will never come
back with new clothes to show them to you.
Because our legislators, infact not ours, only yours,.. these
legislators are least bothered.
And lastly, don't ever let my departure grieve you, and do not
cry...because its apt to mourn the dead, but I have become eternal, I am alive.
And do always remember me in your prayers, and keep reciting the
verses from the Quran.
Your darling child,
Hafiz Junaid Shaheed
Residence - Jannat al Firdaus/ The gardens of Paradise
