Things that'll make u feel!

[Meeri 0]

Hello every1!

Before going ahead, i have to tell u one thing that u can share some things that can make us feel or cry or can make us understand something or teach us a lesson...

Now its up to u...

Thanx!

TC

Bye!!!

[Meeri 0]

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THIS IS AN ACTUAL INCIDENT

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On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the

remaining of the gift I didn't manage to  buy  earlier. When I saw all the people

there, I started to complain  to  myself: "It is going to take forever here and I

still have so  many other places to go..."  "Christmas really is getting more and

more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only

wake up  after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I  started  to curse the

prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such  expensive toys. While

looking in the toy section, I noticed a  small boy  of about 5 years old, pressing

a doll against his chest. He kept on  touching the hair of the doll and looked so

sad. I wondered who  this  doll was for.  Then the little boy turned to the old woman

next to him:

'Granny, are you sure I dont have enough money?'

The old lady  replied:

'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my  dear.'

Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went  to look around.

She left quickly. The little boy was still holding  the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk towards him and I asked him who he  wanted to give this doll

to. 'It is the doll that my sister  loved most and  wanted so much for this Christmas.

She was so sure that Santa  Claus would  bring it to her.'  I replied to him that maybe

Santa Claus will bring it to her  afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.

'No,  Santa  Claus cannot bring it to her where she is now. I have to give  the  doll to

my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes  there.'  His eyes were so sad

while saying this. 'My sister has gone to  be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also

go to see God very soon, so I  thought that she  could take the doll with her to give it

to my sister.  My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said:

I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait  until I  came back from the

supermarket. Then he showed me a very nice  photo of  him where he was laughing. He then

told me: 'I also want mummy  to take this  photo with her so that she will not forget me.

I love my mummy  and I wish  she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to

go  to be with  my little sister.Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes,  very

quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes  and  said to the boy.

'What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough  money?'  'Ok' he said. 'I hope

that I have enough.' I added some of my  money  to his without him seeing and we started to

count it. There was  enough  for the doll, and even some left over. The little boy said:

'Thank you  God for giving me enough money' Then he looked at me and added:  'I  asked

yesterday before I went to sleep for God to make sure I  have enough money to buy this doll

so that mummy can give it to  my sister.  He heard me. I also wanted to have enough money to

buy a white  rose for my mummy, but didn't dare to ask God too much. But He  gave me  enough

to buy the doll and the white rose.'  'You know, my mummy loves white roses' A few minutes

later, the - old lady came back again and I left with my trolley. I finished my  shopping in

a totally different state from when I started. I  couldn't get the  little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper  article 2  days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a

truck who hit a  car  where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little  girl died

right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The  family had to  decide whether to

pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because  the young lady would not be able to get

out of the coma. Was  this the  family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in  the  newspaper that the young

lady had passed away. I couldn't stop  myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I

went to the  mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make

last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in  her

hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over  her  chest. I left the place

crying, feeling that my life had been hanged  forever.

The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard

to imagine. And in a fraction of a  second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY [image] Oh Lord , Give me Patience and give it to me NOW!

Letter by: Kreative Klutter

Now you  have 2 choices:

1) Reply to this topic

2) Or forget it and act as if it never touched your heart.

[Shabo 0]

 Incidents like these make u stop and think what life is all about...... we really do take it for granted.

This story certainly touched my heart.. thanks for enlightening me Meeri...

Take care

Sx

[Meeri 0]

Thanx Shabo!

But i didn get it... 12 people had viewed but it didnt touch any1's heart... or maybe u have a feeling heart...  ???

I'll send more after a while.

C ya!

[Shabo 0]

Hi!

Some ppl may think I have an OVER sensitive heart!!    

I'll wait for ur further posts!

Sx

[cute_ooky 0]

Hi Shabo and Meeri...

After reading this whole incident..... I just had to reply. I cudn't stop myself....  U know I do understand that there are a lot of people out there who can't afford all that!

And I agree wid Shabo too... we seem to take life for granted. But what can we do? We have to help those people but how? Everybody is so busy. U know what I think.. I think we shud get to know other people in order to help them.  We shud have an open mind and open heart. only thn wud we be able to do sumthin.  I really liked this post. Keep postin stuff like that. U know it's good to have some kind of awareness of whatever is goin on around us. It makes us appreciate what the creator has given us and teaches us to help other ppl!

Thanx once again... for I have learned sumthin very important today... I m gonna try my best to sread this around!

Ooky!

[aarzoo 0]

Hiez allaz!!!!

              Well itz too sadly  incident and its really

              touching my heart  :(  .

               May GOd give all the patience to tht boy and and

                i dont have words to explain my feelings

Take Carez

babyez

[Meeri 0]

Salaam and Thanx every1!

I wasnt able to stop spreading it either so i also had to share the little boy's sorrow with every1...

Now here's a poem...

Hope u all will like it...

FAMILY

This is really meaningful and worth spending a minute!!!

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,

"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me, too;

I wasn't really watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,

how we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

my son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.

I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake that night in bed,

God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,

but the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,

you'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,

you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I was feeling very small,

and then my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;

"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"

He smiled," found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;

I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.

I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,

and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family ----an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind this story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

FAMILY= (F)FATHER (A)AND (M)MOTHER,

(I)I (L)LOVE (Y)YOU!

Pass this on to everyone that you care about. I just did!

and it will b grateful to reply...

[Meeri 0]

:hi:

Whats the matter, so many people has visited but i think no1s ready to reply.

Oh well...!

Hope they will now,

"Secret Admirer"

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There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.

So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.

She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to make her a friend.

He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it.

"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute

smile again.

He nodded and she went to the back.

She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.

So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He

bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...

!!!RRRRRING!!!

The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday...

" The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later

in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.

Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.

  It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me?

           Love,

           Jacelyn

The mother opened another CD...

Again there was a piece of paper.

 

  It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me?

           Love,

           Jacelyn

Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside

your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You"

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You Have 2 Options

1) Reply to this post.

2) Don't reply and act like it didn't touch you.

I hope You Chose 1.

[Meeri 0]

Looks like the previous one wasnt that influencing...

Here's one more:

Before going ahead to read this story, plz keep ur hand over ur chest and think of it deeply and remind how we pretend to the poor and when they ask for some help, what do we do and how do we behave?

After reading this story with a polite and soft heart, i'm sure that u will end up with some conclusions and its gonna b a +ive one.

plz read all...!

A Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.

She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for kindness."

He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As the boy left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also.

Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor's grown he went in to see her. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life and gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.

Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.

She read these words.....

   "Paid in full with one glass of milk"

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed:

   "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hand."

                          (Signed)

                          Dr. Howard Kelly.

Now u have two choices.

You can send this page on and spread a positive message after replying to this topic.

                 OR

Ignore it and pretend it never touched your heart.

Bye!

[mansoor 0]

whatss  goin  on here ????

[Meeri 0]

Hi mansoor. nice to see u here.

plz read the stories. these stories have some lesson for us and r sad stories from which ppl may understand. read it from first. u'll know abt it soon.

Bye!

[fati 0]

my heart is burst. i will soon come with this type of contribution. nice topic. marvellous one. heart touching

[Meeri 0]

Thanx fati.... These stories sure r heart touching...!

Now here's something for elders:

India.....!

It may contain some adult scenes or stories but this is the truth from which our Muslims in India had suffered.

> >They came, they raped, they killed

> >----------------------------------------------

> >

> >Following are excerpts from an independent women's

> >panel report on Gujarat communal riots, which contain

> >individual narratives. Many of them describe horrific

> >events, and it makes for painful reading

> >

> >Rape Of Farzana Bano

> >Date of crime: February 28, 2002

> >Place: Jawan Nagar, Naroda Patia, Near Noorani Masjid,

> >Ahmedabad.

> >Witness: She and her family survived but this is what

> >she witnessed.

> >

> >On one side of Jawan Nagar is the ST (State Transport)

> >workshop, and on the other side the Special Reserve

> >Police (SRP) quarters. Gangotrinagar Society has been

> >newly constructed. On the morning of the 28th, we were

> >asked to stay indoors as there was tension in the

> >area. When the mobs came, we all ran out. Many women

> >and children went to the nearby Society and took

> >shelter on the terrace there. People from the Hindu

> >Housing Society told us to take shelter in their

> >houses. We found that there were only men in there.

> >The women and children had been sent away for safety.

> >Then they told us to escape towards Naroda. We

> >requested them to allow us escape towards the SRP. The

> >SRP said, '24 hours have been given to beat you up'.

> >The Society people brought us out on the road and told

> >us to go to Naroda. We disagreed knowing that it is a

> >far place. So they started beating us with sticks,

> >hockey sticks and pipes. They accused us that we had

> >come there to riot, and asked us to get out. We came

> >out, and we were faced with a big mob armed with sharp

> >weapons, kerosene and petrol cans. We refused to go

> >towards the mob. So they told us that they have been

> >assigned to protect us. All adult males were then

> >beaten, thrown on the ground and burnt. The residents

> >of the Gopinath Society segregated the Muslim girls

> >and made them stand on one side. They were raped and

> >we watched this as some of us were on the terrace.

> >

> >We were 400-500 people on the terrace. The girls (rape

> >victims) include Ruksana, Kheroon, Noorjahan, and

> >Farzana, four in all. The girls were stripped and then

> >two men held them down by legs and arms. Those who

> >raped were 20-25 in number. The girls screamed so loud

> >that even now when I remember my blood boils.

> >

> >They were given twenty-four hours time (to beat us).

> >If we were given even two hours time we would have

> >shown them (dealt with them). I know the face of the

> >persons who raped. The rape started at 6.00 in the

> >evening and went on until 9.00 at night. The girls

> >were then burnt. I still remember their loud screams.

> >When Asif Khan, a 25-year-old youth, pleaded with the

> >SRP to let us go he was beaten up badly and he managed

> >with difficulty to escape from their clutches. We can

> >identify the SRP men. We can also identify the

> >residents of Gopinath Society.

> >

> >Asif called Nawab Khan in Shah-e-Alam, and the police

> >came in four cars but they were stoned. We felt that

> >some (perpetrators) were dressed as policemen. When

> >the first housing colony was set ablaze, we feel, the

> >fire brigade was stoned and sent back. Eleven of our

> >youth died in private gun firing.

> >

> >Testimony of Sultani Feroz Rahul Sheikh (Delol

> >village), who was gang raped

> >We lived in Delol village on the Godhra road. On the

> >morning of February 28, 2002 our house was attacked by

> >a mob. The men had painted their faces black and were

> >wearing chaddi- bandi's (shorts - vests). The entire

> >extended family of 33 members ran and hid in the

> >fields. We, children and adults, spent the entire

> >night in the field. The next morning we all made our

> >way to a lime orchard near our village. There we found

> >many other Muslim families hiding. In the afternoon, a

> >tribal woman known to one of the families brought some

> >rotlas to eat, which we fed our children who hadn't

> >eaten for the entire day.

> >

> >In the afternoon, the mob returned. We saw a huge

> >crowd approaching the field shouting Maro, Kato (beat

> >them, kill them). We all ran back towards our house.

> >My husband Feroze's milk tempo was parked at a

> >neighbour's. Expecting tension he had left it with the

> >Baria (tribal) for safe-keeping. We were sitting there

> >terrified when we heard another mob approaching from

> >the opposite direction (from Khadki village). We were

> >now trapped. Our only option was to escape in the milk

> >van. About 40 of us got in and Feroze drove the tempo

> >towards Kalol, which is about 7 kms away. Just before

> >the tempo reached Kalol town near (Lal Darwaja, Ambica

> >society), a Maruti car was blocking the road. A mob

> >had gathered. Feroze swerved losing control of the

> >vehicle. We were forced to get off. We were all

> >screaming with fear, the children were yelling and

> >crying, old men were begging for mercy. We heard the

> >screams of some family members, who were being

> >attacked with sticks and swords. They threw kerosene

> >and started burning people. We could hear the mob

> >screaming " Take off their clothes, let them go naked

> >on the streets". Some of the children fell at the feet

> >of the mob begging to be spared. My sisters-in-law --

> >Medina, Ruksana, Saira, Shabima, Reshma -- and

> >children between the ages of 10 months to 6 years --

> >Shaila, Akila, Shail, Junaid, Faizan Halima, Reshma,

> >Afzal Amirull, Mooen, Imtiaz -- were with us. We all

> >ran towards the fields. My son Faizan was in my arms

> >and I fell behind. Some people started chasing us and

> >one of the men held me by my hair. I struggled to get

> >free but was soon overpowered. They dragged me to the

> >riverbed, which is dry and pulled me down. Faizan fell

> >from my arms and started crying. My clothes were

> >stripped and I was left stark naked. One by one the

> >men raped me. All the while I could hear my son

> >crying. I lost count after 3. They then cut my foot

> >with a sharp weapon and left me in that state there.

> >

> >After a while I got up picked up my son and started

> >searching for my clothes. I could only find my top. I

> >pulled it on and ran with my son along the river

> >towards Delol. I didn't go to Kalol, since I didn't

> >know the place well. Just as the day was fading I

> >reached the lime orchard where we had hidden the

> >previous day and hid there with my son. I spent the

> >entire night in a daze, and didn't move from there for

> >the next two days. On the second day, Parvatbhai a

> >neighbour saw me. I requested him to bring me a pajama

> >as I had left some clothes in his house when the

> >tension had started. On Sunday night, I finally

> >started walking through the fields towards Kalol. I

> >reached the Laldarwaja , Nava bazaar, in the morning.

> >I collapsed on the street and asked a man in shop to

> >reach me to the Kasba. He fetched the police and they

> >dropped me to the camp.

> >

> >Testimony of Medina on the rape of her daughters and

> >others

> >I lived in a joint family with my in-laws and children

> >in the village of Eral, Kalol Taluka in Panchmahal

> >district. My father-in-law was a retired schoolteacher

> >and my husband works in the State Transport Service.

> >There are 45 Muslim houses in the village. On the

> >28th, neighbours came to tell us there was news of

> >widespread rioting and we should leave the village

> >immediately and go to Kalol where there is a larger

> >Muslim community. My father-in-law believed that as he

> >was respected in the village and as we had always

> >lived here, no one would bodily harm us. All the other

> >Muslim families left for Kalol that day.

> >

> >As the tension escalated, 13 members of my family

> >including, Mehboob bhai, a relative from Delol village

> >who had sought refuge with us, left the house and hid

> >in the fields. My in-laws hid in an empty house

> >belonging to the Thakor. For two days and nights we

> >kept changing our hiding places. My in-laws were asked

> >to vacate the house on Saturday morning. The house

> >owners were apprehensive that their house too would be

> >set on fire as people were now aware of where we were

> >taking refuge. Chaganbhai who had given us food and

> >water for two days had given them this information. On

> >Saturday the 1st of March, at around 5:00 p.m., a mob

> >of 400-500 men, armed with sharp weapons, petrol and

> >kerosene, first looted, then burnt the houses of

> >Muslims. That night no one gave us refuge. They were

> >afraid of being attacked if they were seen helping us.

> >

> >

> >On Sunday morning, we all decided to hide in a

> >labourers hut in the field of Adam Punja. At around

> >12:00 - 1:00 pm, the mob attacked the hut. Having

> >nowhere else to run, we ran helter-skelter and hid in

> >the maize field. We lay low and tried not to make a

> >sound. But the mob started searching the field, they

> >found us and started attacking. I could hear various

> >members of my family shouting for mercy as they were

> >attacked. I recognized two people - Gano Baria and

> >Sunil - of our village pulling away my daughter

> >Shabana. She screamed telling the men to get off her

> >and leave her alone. The screams and cries of help of

> >Rukaiya, Suhana, Shabana, begging for their izzat to

> >be protected could be heard clearly. My daughter was

> >screaming in pain asking the men to leave her alone.

> >My mind was seething with fear and fury. I could do

> >nothing to help my daughter from being assaulted

> >sexually and tortured to death. My daughter was like a

> >flower, still to see life. Why did they have to do

> >this to her? What kind of men are these? The monsters

> >tore my beloved daughter to pieces. After a while, the

> >mob was saying "cut them to pieces, leave no

> >evidence." I saw fires being lit. And after some time

> >the mob started leaving. And it became quiet.

> >

> >As I stumbled out I heard the voices of children

> >crying. I saw the kids huddled together. Khushboo was

> >carrying baby Taufiq whose thumb was bleeding. The mob

> >had found 11 people, tortured and killed 6 people.

> >They left the children alone but cut a thumb of baby

> >Taufiq who was in his mother's arms when they attacked

> >her. Khushboo was a witness to all these events. In

> >her testimony to us she recounted how her grandfather

> >(Medina's father-in-law) and Huriben were killed. She

> >also narrated how Rukaiya's pajamas were taken off and

> >then one by one the men started "poking her in the

> >lower part with their body".

> >

> >I sat there numbed with the children. Later the police

> >came and I rushed out with the children recounting all

> >I witnessed. I was joined by Mehboob, our relative

> >from Delol who too was hiding somewhere in the field.

> >The police took us away to a safe place in Kalol. Will

> >my family members get justice? Will my daughter's

> >assaulters roam free to do as they please?

> >

> >Testimony of Jannat Sheikh - rape of a family

> >Date of crime: February 28, 2002

> >Place: Kumbhaji Ni Chali, Naroda Patiya, Ahmedabad.

> >Witness: This witness has 11 members in the family, of

> >which 8 have been murdered, two after being raped. The

> >remaining three have sustained serious injuries.

> >It was morning and I was cooking. My husband, my three

> >children and I were in my house while my

> >mother-in-law, my brother-in-law and his wife along

> >with their three children were in the adjoining house.

> >A mob of 5000 came and we started running. We were

> >cornered from all the sides. SRP (State Reserve

> >Police) personnel were also chasing us. It was 6.30 in

> >the evening by now. The mob caught hold of my husband

> >and hit him on his head twice with the sword. They

> >threw petrol in his eyes and then burned him. My

> >sister-in-law was stripped and raped. She had a

> >three-month baby in her lap. They threw petrol on her

> >and the child from her lap was thrown in the fire. My

> >brother-in-law was hit on the head with the sword and

> >thrown in the fire. We were at that time hiding on the

> >terrace of a building. My mother-in-law was not able

> >to climb the steps so she was on the ground floor with

> >her four-year-old grandson. She told them to take away

> >whatever money she had but to spare the children. They

> >took away all the money and jewelry and burnt the

> >children with petrol. My mother-in-law was raped too.

> >I witnessed all this. Unmarried girls from my street

> >were stripped, raped and burnt. A 14- year-old girl

> >was killed by piercing an iron rod in her stomach. All

> >this ended at 2.30 A.M. The ambulance came on the

> >scene and I sat in it along with the bodies of my

> >husband and children. I have injury marks on both my

> >thighs and left hand that was caused by the police

> >beating. My husband had 48 per cent burns, my daughter

> >95 per cent burns. Both my husband and daughter died

> >in the hospital after three days. The police was on

> >the spot, but helping the mob. We fell at their feet

> >but they said they were ordered from above not to

> >help. Since the telephone wires were snapped, we could

> >not inform the fire brigade.

> >

> >Bilkees' story: (Source: AIDWA Fact Finding Team

> >Report)

> >Bilkees from Randhikpur village (District Dahod) is

> >21-years-old, and five months pregnant. We meet her at

> >the Godhra camp. Frail, motionless, drained of all

> >expression she tells her story in a monotone as though

> >she is speaking of someone else.

> >

> >Muslim houses in her village were attacked by upper

> >caste people from her own village along with outsiders

> >on March 1. She and several of her family members

> >fled. She names them: my baby girl Saleha, my mother,

> >Halima, my sisters, Mumtaz and Munni, my brothers,

> >Irfan and Aslam, my maternal uncle, Majeed, two of my

> >father's sisters, Sugra and Amina, one of their

> >husbands, Yusuf, Amina's son, and three daughters,

> >Shamim, Mumtaz and Medina, and Shamim's son Husain.

> >Shamim, she says, was nearing her full term. It was

> >difficult for both of them to run.

> >

> >At first, they escaped to Chundagi village, which was

> >5-6 kms away and took shelter with Bijal Damor, the

> >local MLA. Then they were asked to leave since it was

> >not safe and they walked to Kuajher where they were

> >given shelter in a mosque. Here Shamim with the help

> >of a mid-wife delivered a baby girl. They were asked

> >to leave soon afterwards because mosques were a target

> >of the rampaging mobs. Shamim was barely able to walk.

> >Her infant was carried by her sister. They somehow

> >managed to reach village Kudra. Here some Adivasi

> >Naikas took pity on Shamim's condition and kept them

> >in their huts. Bilkees remembers: "They were kind to

> >us. Shamim's clothes were dirty. Even though the

> >adivasis were poor they gave her something clean to

> >wear. They let us rest, but then again we had to move

> >but they came with us, escorting us to the next

> >village, Chhapadvad. We had started moving towards

> >Panivela village. It was a remote and hilly place.

> >Suddenly we heard the sound of a vehicle. A truck came

> >with people from our own village and outsiders too.

> >They had not come to help us. They stopped us, and

> >then the madness started. They pulled my baby from my

> >arms and threw her away. I and the other women were

> >taken aside and raped. I was raped by three men. I was

> >screaming. They beat me and then left me for dead.

> >When I regained consciousness I found I was alone. All

> >around me were the dead bodies of my family, my baby

> >girl, and the newborn baby. They were covered with

> >stones. I lay there the whole night, and most of the

> >next day. I did not know when I was conscious and when

> >unconscious. Later, I was found by a police squad from

> >Limkheda police station. I was taken to the hospital

> >and then brought here". Following a medical

> >examination, the doctors confirmed that she had been

> >raped.

> >

> >She has named the people who killed her family members

> >and those who raped her: Sailesh Bhatt, Mithest Bhatt,

> >Vijay Maurya, Pradeep Maurya, Lala Vakil, Lala Doctor,

> >Naresh Maurya, Jaswant Nai and Govind Nai (the last

> >three gang-raped her). Her father and husband have

> >been traced to another camp at Dahod and her brother,

> >Saeed, is with her in Godhra. Her five-month foetus is

> >alive.

After all, they still claim that Muslims r only terrorists...?!

Is this the End of This World???