Partition Page #4

I am a Muslim.

My name is Mohammed Hasan. He is a Sikh.

He tried to take her our sister. If the crime was being born as a Sikh,

it is a crime to be born as a Muslim. I do not want to hear this.

Half my life I was a soldier.

I fought for India.

For Sike, Muslims,

Hindus, Christians, for all. I do not consult us,

consult his people.

Yes, I killed people.

Lots of them.

I returned home to find peace,

and found the division.

Hatred everywhere.

I did not want to be part of it.

The day I found my ...

I could not leave there that someone else was found.

I had to save her.

But Naseem is actually saved me.

Your sister is my life back.

She did it again I want to live.

She is my everything.

My sister has a place here with its people.

Why not place it would be next to me, Akbar?

The whole life I was looking for.

Will you give this man his sister?

Never.

Let's go.

Do you can not send it back to Lahore, Sergeant?

It is impossible.

Well, maybe we manage to arrange something.

I work for the government in Lahore,

I suspect that a person who works for the state might want to have a new friend.

Friends who can help. Take him in Lahore.

Good look.

How is my son?

Margaret keeps it.

I envy you.

It must be very much like ours.

Authorities will set you free if you come back with her son in India.

Not without its mother.

No

Vijaya work, go back to India.

I have some influence, even in Lahore.

We will come out with this before the courts.

And sooner or later we will save your wife from Pakistan.

I can not go without it.

It is my life.

If you want to stay in life, go.

Not like this is supposed to be.

Your father and I were out of town.

Our families were moderate views.

We were supposed to be involved in such things.

Your father is not supposed to die that way.

There is little, but it will help you go from Pakistan.

When you grow, tell his son that you are

also had a mother who loved you.

Mommy. So I love you so much.

As usual, do not go to the main streets.

Allah.

Let Allah follows.

Two, please, for Amritza.

Tata. Dad!

Do not worry. I will buy you another vreeicu.

It does not matter.

Wait here.

You can not bike. Our sister is there!

You can not bike. Come back.

Vijay!

Mommy!

Did you buy me a gift?

Of course. How to forget. Here you go.

Thank

Vijay.

Naseem!

Please, Margaret.

Naseem!

Naseem!

Naseem!

No, Akbar!

Vijaya Go!

Go!

Vijaya Go! Go!

Akbar, please!

Naseem!

Mommy!

Naseem, hurry. In the train.

Hurry.

Enter into the train.

Like many whose life is destroyed by division ...

Margaret, Vijay and I have come to England.

Walter took the Giam Sirs.

When he and his ashes scattered Avtar

around the tree in the village.

His roots are deep in the earth

that comes as new trees.

Thus, Giana and I gave the love of power

To start a new life.

Lives on in everything I am, what we are.

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