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They Have Been Left Behind

It was agreed to go to the village in May 2019, when the book was in its final stages. A few days ago, an eighty-four-year-old Sikh elder came to visit his village for the first time after becoming a Pakistani and to meet his friends and relatives. When he went out to search for the history of the village, mention was made of this old Sikh. The Sikh guests began to say that when Pakistan was formed, I was about fourteen or fifteen years old. My family is from Rasoolpur village in Amritsar district of India, where they came and settled. At that time, there were only two Muslim households in the village. 

But we had so much love and brotherhood that I can't describe it. The Sikh elders were also talking and their eyes were watering like summer. If I mentioned the names of my friends, I would cry uncontrollably that our childhood was very beautiful. Sometimes we would eat where there was time to eat. Day and night passed, the independence movement of Pakistan gained momentum day by day and finally on 14th August it became Pakistan. At first, my elders did not take it seriously, but when it was discovered that a war had broken out among those who had lived together for centuries, why not return to our hometown of Rasulpur, Amritsar district. 

There are tears in his eyes, he wipes them with his chador, he looks around with helpless eyes. After a while they start crying more. Asked why are you crying so much? They said that at present my seventy years of separation have come to an end in fourteen or fifteen years. I can't stop these tears as much as I want. They said that since we have gone back to India, my grandfather wanted me to go to Pakistan once and see my village and home, but nowadays he can't come back to his village. I have left this world longing to see, then my father mentioned to us many times that it is my heart to go to Pakistan once and share the sorrows with my diapers in my village and see my fields and Let's look at the gardens to see how big they are now. 

All these things were said by the Sikh elders with tears in their eyes, but my father also passed away thinking the same thing nowadays. I was also conscious at that time. Some of my friends were also in the same village. I thought my fathers left the world longing to come to Pakistan, why now I have the opportunity to recollect my own, my ancestors. They said that I had come to pay homage to Nankana Sahib Baba Guru Nanak. When I finished, I got a car and went straight to Rasoolpur village while my companions went to Peshawar for shopping and shopping. In the village he met an old man of that time. 

He went to his lands and fields with this old man and a few people of the village and looked at him with longing eyes and told him that he was here and there. Sometimes we would sit on the edge of the field, sometimes we would sit in the mango orchard. They said that this mango orchard which was known as Fuji Maqbool was planted by my grandfather but I have also eaten its mango. But now this mango orchard is gone. He further said that ... then the Sikh elders tell their story that when it was decided that there was no solution other than return, then they distributed a lot of goods in the village itself. They took some things with them. Hand over animals, cows, buffaloes, etc. to your Muslim friends. 

My friends from all over the village would load the bullock cart on the bullock cart and leave it at the railway station ballast about 12 km away from Rasoolpur in the dark of night. They would pack their belongings before the house and bid farewell to the train Were In this way, my mother and father started loading goods from Rasoolpur at the railway station in the dark of night. With just a few minutes left on the train, I was wrapping up the last moments of time with my friends. We all hugged each other over and over again, crying and saying goodbye to each other when my mother saw this scene. 

When I saw it, she said, "My father Narendra Singh, these are just the last moments of the meeting. Look at these friends and elders from all over, embrace them." When the mother heard these words, we all started hiccups, hugged and cried a lot, then the guard started moving instead of the city. One foot on my pedestal and the other on the platform, the mother said, "Climb up the ladder." Then in the darkness of the night they started shaking hands with each other, the car slowly drove away. My childhood friends got lost in the distant darkness. 

Now I have crossed the darkness and come to meet after seventy years. gone.. At the same time, Narendra Singh's eyes began to water, he began to sigh, he wiped his eyes and said, "Maybe this was my destiny. Now my mother's words have come true. They have been left behind. Where do you find friendship and childhood? The elders went to all the places in the Sikh village where they had lived while living in the village, now that the signs were gone. 

When they saw their house, people said that these houses were demolished and rebuilt a few years ago. In this way, he consolidated some old memories and collected more memories.