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Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Beautiful girl of kashmir in CURFEW VALLEY-HER STORY UNDER INDIAN CLAMPDOWN-Last ep-fusion stories


‘It’s just the rivers that Pakistan is luring on Kashmir otherwise it gave damn to people over here. Look at this roaring stream, the world’s largest freshwater reservoir just belongs to India,’ Himani opened the large window which faced scenic view of the formation of Jhelum river.
‘Pakistan won’t give you anything and you’re not leaving without finishing your work,’ she went hysteric as riots mean the imposition of curfew again.   
Ayesha and Meerab also got up, leaving markers and charts. 



‘Yes, we know Pakistan is luring for our rivers, even then we want to be its part as our rivers flow down there and we want to end with our rivers too. It’s these rivers which compel us to bow against their way and Pakistan. Pakistan never cheated on us. Kashmir cause is alive just because of Pakistan. Kashmir is a jugular vein of Pakistan and its integral part. We damn care of the world. Pakistan and its Army are enough to teach you the lesson. Kashmir freedom movement is not going to end now. Every funeral and every beating will fuel the movement,’ Ayesha got up straight against Himani Singh.

‘How dare youyou’re fired,’ Himani signaled her out.



‘No, actually it’s your time to fire out from Kashmir and thank you so much, Mr. Narindra Modi, to take our voice to international desks by abrogating 370-A. This fight will not end now, but will spread out and you’ll bear thousands of Burhan Wani,’ Meerab held few charts and markers and came out. 
Kashmir is pakistan


The mob was coming near. She and Ayesha rolled down the chart papers and wrote slogans of freedom as big as could be when Ayesha’s fiancé Shaan approached there.

Shaan was a muscular young boy. He was an active member of the Kashmir freedom movement. His one eye was out of vision after pellet gun straight hit it by Indian Army two years back. It was the story of every second young in Kashmir. It was passion or aggression, but Shaan was again on the road with sore eye.
 Police raid at night and arrested Hadi from our home. Do you've an idea, where the police are taking young ones?’ at the first spot on Shaan, she asked about her 17 years old younger brother.
‘My brother was innocent. We don’t know is he alive or not? Can you help us?’ her voice filled with tears and an unknown dread.


 ‘Why don’t you call your elder brother in Delhi that he comes here and look for his younger brother and sister? He is a big bootlicker of the Indian government. Where is he now?’ Shaan called on her.
‘We don’t have any connection with our elder brother for three weeks. He couldn’t approach here on Eid even. He doesn’t know anything about Haadi and mom…,’ her voice started to break now.
‘Good for him… or for any Indian agent…,’ Ahmed sighed.
‘Do you know where Haadi is?’ she repeated.
‘No, no one knows about the missing persons whom Army and Police have taken up during curfew in Kashmir. Police have shut them up at their secret torture cells. You better go back home,’ Shaan took the posters from them.
 The freedom fighters were right in front of her. She ran back to look for safe place when a tear gas shell blasted near her. She felt a severe and stinging jerk in her mind and eyes. A white cloud filled the holy white atmosphere and mob seems to disperse for a while. She couldn’t get hold of Ayesha or anyone else.  Just then Meerab spotted the foreign journalist Mr. Paul out of the camera or any device, observing the situation from far. She glimpsed a hope.
KASHMIR IS FOR PAKISTAN

Mr. Journalist… Mr. Journalist… I want to talk to you…,’ Meerab ran to him when a pellet gun pierced two holes in her body and she fell that her purse and her mother’s medicines rolled down on the sloppy road.
‘Take her at the sidesnear that corner… hurry up,’ she looked two brutal army men approaching towards her.
‘You observed, sir, how everything is normal in Indian occupied Kashmir. It’s just a few rebellious minds under Pakistan’s influence which we’ll tackle soon. In fact, you should write about it…,’ an Army officer grasped Mr. Paul’s attention just in time.

‘The demand for freedom is in the air now and no one can tackle the air from blowing it up. India you’ll have to leave Kashmir otherwise your pieces will shatter in a tornado,’ Haadi succumbed to injuries under Army custody. 


Mr. Paul was leaving Kashmir but he knew this freedom movement of Kashmir is not planted from anywhere else but from the hearts of natives. Soon or later, India will have no choice to get out of here.

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