Hey there you beautiful people! How are you all? Hope you all are doing fine. Iam fine as well and doing good in studies too, just so you know. 

We have actually passed the date of partition I know but it always remained with me. And I wanted to write about it. Partition, people losing their lives their homes their everything has always made me sad and think about how lucky I am. But there are people who have actually faced so much, and I came across some stories of partition. These are some beautiful Grandmums who were kids when partition took place, but they still have some stories and memories to talk about.

Syeda Fehmida Siddiq, was a ten year old girl from jalandhar when partition took place. With the help of some hindu neibhours, her family could run away safely to Lahore. She is now 86 years old. 

“One day a hindu neighbour warned my father about an attack that was going to be done by a hindu mob at our house. We left our house and stayed in the barn were cows stay.” 

Bhag Bahri Malhotra was 15 when the partition was announced. Her family crossed the sindh river to reach the main railway station of Darya Khan in Pakistan, from where they boarded a train to Delhi, India. She is 89 years old now. 

“ All our house helps were Muslims, and if it weren't for them, we perhaps wouldn't have been alive today. Whenever a stray rioter would come outside our gates and ask us to leave Pakistan because we were Hindu, our helps would stand their ground and tell them they would have to kill them before they got us.” 

Nuzhat was 16 when she migrated from Delhi to Lahore with her family. Now she is 93 years old. 

“ There was an old fort called Purana Qila in Delhi With a forest next to it. We were escorted to it by a retired military officer, because on the way some group has started killing people. We were sitting in the front of the car when we solve Hindu and Sikh people gathering with swords in their hands. They were crying out that they would kill us. They slaughtered two or three people right before our eyes”. 

Geeta Pratapray Dave was just 7 when the partition took palce. In the late 1930s, her father migrated with the whole family to Karachi but their home was always in Gujarat. When the rioting began, she and her family came back to Gujarat in a steam boat. She is now 81. 

“ Our Muslim neighbours would frequently ask my father to accompany them whenever a gujrati film would play in the local cinema. Later when we heard of all the bloodshed and rioting, I remember their being days of silence in our house in Gujarat. If only things could have been different.” 

None of them, not one stayed back and this is the true horror of PARTITION. Leaving your home because some country far far away promised you freedom on their conditions and divided us ruthlessly. Our leaders who otherwise have fought valiantly, just agreed to it. This is all is so bad and heartachning. The wishfulness and loging for home never goes away, and it's the same with all of them. 

Thankyou 🌼