WHY SHAHEEN BAGHS HAPPEN
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Mamma, I don’t want to go to school,” eleven year old Shazia shouted out, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Simmi, hearing her little one’s cries, rushed out of the kitchen.
“What is it, my baby? Why are so upset? Did anyone scold you? Say something?”
As the little one’s tears wailings showed no end of stopping, the concerned mother lifted her and sat her down on the bed.
“Now tell me, my dearest, ” she started, wiping away her third born’s tears with the edges of her kurti.
“Mamma, tell me are we Pakistanis?”
The question momentarily stumped Simmi.
Then, she calmed herself, and coolly replied, “No, we are Indians. Proud Indians at that. We…”
“Then, why do they all call me Pakistani, Mamma?”
Simmi, realising what she was up against, replied, “Now, my dear, tell me , do all your friends…
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