After Death, an ultimate truth. by Harshavardhan C (easy books to read in english txt) 📖

not allow me to marry Miss. Amrin Begum, since I am not a Muslim. So I got myself converted to Islam, circumcised myself and thereby the orthodox people and all her kith and kin solemnized our marriage.

Then started the real problem. This time, it was not with religion but with emigration. My wife was a Pakistani national. On spouse cause I wanted to fly to Pakistan, but there was nobody to look after my father in India as my mother died after giving birth to me. I then looked for an alternative; I tried to bring back my Begum to India. But she was detained in Pakistan. I was quite selfish and flew permanently to Pakistan to live with my Begum. But all days were not happy for selfish people like me.

On one fateful day, I received a painful message from India that my father died; and I was not permitted by my in laws and their kith and kin to fly to India to attend to my father’s obsequies in Christian customs and traditions. My wife was quite sober that she could not support me, because she was brought up under strict Muslim customs, and traditions. And I never understood what was meant by family?

But on one fine morning I received a letter from the care taker of the Hindu Burial. It contained the painful information that no one turned up to the funeral of my father as he disowned his religion, kith and kin only to marry my mother and as such his body was take to the burial ground as that of a destitute.

And no parent in the world for worst of worst happenings, and never could dream of putting fire to the funeral prey of his child.

But it so happened that my grandfather conducted the obscures to the dead body of my father amidst protests; and he himself performed the duty of the care taker of the burial, and for which he paid heavy penalty.

Such penalty was not found in any jurisprudence, because it was unknown till then to human history.

It was such an unethical, inhuman and beyond barbarous, i.e. when my grandfather died, his body remained at home till it is decomposed, and finally on the complaint of the neighbours to Municipal authorities the latter buried the dead body of my grandfather without any honour.

And the last sentence in the letter to me by the caretaker of the burial was that between wife and son, my father sacrificed my mother for my life and thus he remained an orphan.

When my grandfather tried to come to his rescue, the latter became orphan; and hence he finally advised me not to remain an orphan in this world.

And then I came to know for the first time through the care taker of the burial, who had no family and even lineage and he himself being an orphan tried his best to explain me for the first time family meant what?

And then I decided not to become an orphan. Good bye Amrin” That was the last letter addressed to his begum by Mr. Rahman, before he left her and stepped out from Pakistan soil.

“Does Mr. Rahman have any children?” One of the militants asked Dr. Jinnah curiously.

“As per his knowledge he has no issue, but Mrs. Amrin Rahman has a son”

“What?” They were shocked.

“Please don’t belittle her womanhood. She is an orthodox lady and she conceived, and before informing her husband, the latter left her and went underground gentleman”

“At least did she inform her husband the birth of her son?” The leader expressed his doubt.

“She tried, but she couldn’t know his where abouts” Dr. Jinnah replied politely.

“But how could she know now?”

“May be Mr. Rahman, who does not want to die as an orphan, might have informed his Begum”

“Then why does he want to be cremated in Hindu passion? And why does he hesitate to be buried in Muslim tradition Mr. Jinnah?” That was the very next question of the leader.

“Because both he himself and his father gave importance to love, which was exploited by the other sects? And his name was changed forcibly and so also he was circumcised at Pakistan. His in laws and the Mullahs are behind his forcible conversion to Islam. For them religion only mattered much.

People used to pose quite a number of questions to him while his mother was a Christian and father a Hindu? And why didn’t he like to continue either in Hinduism or in Christianity? Or at least in Islam since he married Amrin, a traditional Muslim girl?

And may be now he wanted to came out of the orbit of religion since he didn’t want to become another orphan” Dr. Jinnah spoke what all he knew about them.

“Well Mr. Jinnah will you please reveal who the son of Mr. Rahman is? What is his religion? And where is he now?”

It was not a surprise to Dr. Jinnah, as he expected that the commander would definitely ask him these questions; and later obligate him rather threatened him.

“I don’t know” He tried to avoid him.

“Mr. Jinnah do you at least know the where abouts of Mrs. Amrin Rahman?”

“I only read the life of Mr. Rahman through his diary. Now I could only guess that he might have gone to India and his Begum might be staying with her parents in Pakistan; and about their son it is not my duty but it is you to find him out”

“Mr. Jinnah don’t forget that you are born, brought up, and studied in Pakistan only, and then you must have knowledge about them?”

“I agree, but you are also patriots of Pakistan and why don’t you try to find out them; and in fact yours is an international organization and it is very simple task for you”

“Of course, but now we have more important task of jihad rather than knowing the simple things. So we expect the truth from you Mr. Jinnah” “Sorry comrade I am brought up along with the destitute in an asylum and I could hardly know about anybody in Pakistan”

“Okay Mr. Jinnah. But why you are worried about them?”

“I told you gentlemen that I am a psychiatrist, whoever suffers from any disorder whether physical or mental, I try to help them”

“Shut up. Don’t try to make us fools. Unless you have contacts with them how come you know that Mr. Rahman’s body is on funeral prey in Hindu grave yard at India?”

“Good question. After eliciting that much information, anybody will suspect me. But we are in the age of most advanced science and it is not a difficult task to know about them. In fact I am moved on knowing their pain and suffrage as a doctor that’s all”

“Mr. Jinnah are you confident that we leave you to attend him?”

“Yes gentlemen, I am cent percent confident and you only take me to him”

“Shut up. How dare are you to think high of yourself? Are you challenging us Mr. Jinnah? Do you think that we oblige you?” The leader of the militants burst out him.

“I am confident that religious fanaticism knows no bounds; and for protecting your customs and traditions I hope you will definitely come to India, though not to save him, but at least to take away his dead body” Dr. Jinnah said politely.

“What?” The leader got wild.

“I am sorry gentlemen and please see this in my lap top”

They all saw live in their lap tops and found that Mrs. Amrin Rahman was about to lay on the funeral prey to Commit ‘Satisahagamana’ (Bride burning) on the soil of Pakistan,

“Oh my God, we got her. But what is that she is doing?” The leader asked him in excitement.

“She wants to crucify herself by burning on the funeral prey of her husband, as a widow of Mr. Rahman as per Hindu customs and traditions”

“But she is a Muslim, and how could she do this?” He expressed his doubt.

“Who told that she is a Muslim gentleman?” Dr. Jinnah challenged him.

“Is it not a fact that she is a born Muslim?”

“May be she is a born Muslim and brought up in Muslim passion, but when once she married an Indian, she becomes his property. She is heir- apparent to his customs and traditions” Dr. Jinnah explained the relationship between wife and husband.

“But this bride burning on the funeral prey is long abolished, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but in certain clans in India few women still don’t care the laws and crucifying themselves”

“It’s okay Mr. Jinnah. Now we are taking the flight to Pakistan. And let us see how could she do this? We are hundred percent sure that your patient Mr. Rahman remains forever an orphan. We certainly protect our religion and the honour of our country”

“Sorry gentlemen, neither you nor anybody can stop Mrs. Amrin Rahman to crucify herself as she has such an attachment to Mr. Rahman” Dr. Jinnah said confidently.

“Mr. Jinnah she has hardly lived and led marital life with him for only a year, and the rest of nearly twenty nine years she has been deserted by him, and even she has not known his where abouts since then, but now how cum sentiments and attachments are playing vital role. People will laugh at you” The leader said.

“Gentleman, it is not time for debate over customs and traditions. And I once again caution you that by returning the flight to Pakistan you may lose both of them, and so please take the flight to India” He said in firm.

“Are you dictating us Mr. Jinnah?”

“No, not at all gentlemen, it is only my request for doing something good to the poor lovers and the unique couple of the world”

“Okay Mr. Jinnah, but why are you insisting us to take the flight to India? What is your plan?”

“And now my concern is to save them. If you take me to India first we will save Mr. Rahman; and when once Mrs. Amrin Rahman knows that her husband is safe, she will not resort to bride burning”

“Mr. Jinnah, don’t tell us full moon stories. You have just said that Mr. Rahman is dead and is on funeral prey; and again you are telling that you are going to save him; after all you are only a doctor not an Almighty?”

“Death fears the noble, but it is only the latter welcome death gentlemen. And by now you could understand what I mean by noble men. Please take me to India first? A mistake committed by a poor man in disowning his clan, country, kith and kin, only to keep up his commitment towards his love, coasted him twenty nine years of self imposed exile. At least at the end of their life journey let Mr. Rahman and Mrs. Amirn Rahman, may be allowed to reunite. And for which whatever you want, I am ready to sacrifice” Dr. Jinnah said in utmost humility.

“Okay Mr. Jinnah we definitely oblige you, but on one condition” They waited for his reply.

Dr. Jinnah was thinking for a while and was in dilemma whether to accept their demands unconditionally or not.

“Mr. Jinnah it is not that easy to accept our conditions. Perhaps the true Musalman will never forget his commitments. And shall we expect you to be true Musalman ever ready for jihad”

Even then also Dr. Jinnah didn’t reply.

“We know Mr. Jinnah you are not a super human being, and you are after all a doctor just like any other individual”

“Please don’t suspect my bonfires gentlemen; I am just trying to understand your morality”

“You are wrong Mr. Jinnah; and you may not even guess our immediate demand, can you?”

“Yes, I can. Your doubt is whether am I a Hindu or Muslim?

“No, but you must unconditionally accept that you are a true Musalman and say “Allah ho Akbar”

“I am sorry gentlemen. I never expect that people of your cadre will stoop down to that level for man created religion. Anyway whatever your demands might be I will