:The story of the establishment of Pakistan:

 The story of the creation of    Pakistan.              

No matter how much you thank Allah Almighty for the freedom of Pakistan, the foundations of this country include the honor of young girls, the blood of mothers, sisters, daughters and sons, but unfortunately today's young people were given for the purpose of establishing Pakistan. They have completely forgotten the sacrifices. I think that it is very important to keep alive the memory of the sacrifices made for the establishment of Pakistan. Thousands of horrific stories are buried behind the establishment of this country. One of these stories is that of Baba Mir Din. This old man is now eighty-five (85) years old and is a resident of Nankana Sahib District, Bholachak.

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It has been seventy-one years since the partition of the Indian sub-continent, but as a result of this partition, one moment of the doomsday passed on the family of Baba Mir Din is still imprinted on his mind. Listen to Deen's words:

My family was a resident of Narayangarh village in Amritsar district before the partition of the subcontinent. I was fourteen years old at the time of partition. On August 3, 1947, my father was attacked and martyred by Sikhs at Tangra station. After the partition of India, my father's killing was the first martyrdom in our family and region and Sikh-Muslim riots broke out all over Punjab. On August 15, 1947, the Muslims of the entire village left their homes and left for Pakistan in an attempt to save their lives due to the fear of the Sikhs. Just traveled two kilometers

That a group of Sikhs attacked our caravan with guns and swords, eighty five Muslims of our village were killed on the spot in this attack. In which eleven members of my family were included and the Sikhs took away twenty-eight women of our caravan alive. Among them, some women, saving their honor, jumped into the well with their infants and embraced death.

During the sugarcane harvest, three Muslim people of my village took shelter to save their lives. My little sister was constantly crying because of fear. We were afraid that the Sikhs would find us in the sugarcane field and kill us. Those people tried to strangle the dead little sister. I wanted my little sister. So I ran away from the sugarcane field with my sister and came back to my village Narayangarh. I found the survivors of my family in Naraingarh village injured.

Being my only grandchild, my grandfather loved me immensely. My grandfather loved me with all his heart in his last meeting. Allah intended to save our family, so a Sikh named Allah Singh took care of our family. In exchange for women's jewelry, this Sikh took the responsibility of bringing us safely to the camp, keeping not only the jewelry but all our equipment, and brought the children of my family to the Khalchian camp. I was but every family in the camp had sacrificed their own people like me and reached there. The people in this camp stayed in the camp for three days.

During this stay, if we did not get food for two days, we lived by eating the leaves of the trees. After three days, the rest of the people in the camp, including my family, were transferred to Walton Camp Lahore by a military truck. " Baba Mir Din was crying profusely while narrating this story and I was forced to think what was the purpose of sacrificing my entire family at the time of stay, did the rulers and youth of my country understand these sacrifices. which were given for the achievement of this country, if this was understood in the true sense, then Pakistan would have been built on a welfare state like the state of Medina.