The story of the establishment of Pakistan is narrated by the invaders.

The Story of Establishment of pakistan

We didn’t find Pakistan decorated in a saucer tray
The honors of women, their blood is the blood of our martyrs and invaders. Thousands of horror stories are buried behind the establishment of Pakistan.
Doomsday was upon thousands of families during the Partition of India.

The story of Baba Meerdin

My family was a resident of Naraingarh village in Amritsar district before the partition of the subcontinent. The at time of partition, I was 14 years old. The murder of my father was the first martyrdom in our family and region and Sikh-Muslim riots broke out all over the Punjab.
On 15th August 1947, the Muslims of the entire village, in an attempt to save their lives from the fear of the Sikhs, left their homes in the world of helpless belongings and left for Pakistan. Just two kilometers away, a group of Sikhs Attacked our convoy with guns and swords. Eighty-five Muslims from our village were killed on the spot.
Eleven members of my family and 28 women of our Sikh caravan were picked up. Some of them jumped into the well with their infants and embraced death while saving their honor.

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We are the crown princes of tyranny
If you are human, put a necklace around our necks

To save my life, I picked up my little sister and fled the scene and hid in a nearby sugarcane field. There were also three Muslims from my village who had taken refuge. My little sister was constantly crying because of fear. We were afraid that the Sikhs would find us in the sugarcane crop and kill us.

The three of them tried to strangle my sister together. I loved my sister very much so I ran away from the sugarcane crop with my sister and came back to my village Naraingarh.

Survivors of my family in Naraingarh village found me injured. Among those injured, my grandfather John took refuge in the mosque and told the rest of the people to leave me here as my only grandson. Loved the shelter. My grandfather loved me dearly in the last meeting. God wanted to save our family.

So a Sikh named Ala Singh kept the jewelery and our equipment with him and took the rest of my family to the Khalchian camp. My family and I were in a state of great sorrow and trauma but in the camp Every family like me reached this camp by sacrificing their family members
The people in the camp stayed in the camp for three days. During this time, if there was no food, they ate the leaves of the trees. After three days, the people in the camp were shifted to Walton Camp Lahore by a military truck.

If you are a man of Iblis, then respect him
We are rich and rare
It’s not just a house story
Read the countless history of the establishment of Pakistan with millions of such heartbreaking incidents
This articles purpose is not to offend anyone
All we have to do is remember the martyrs and invaders of Pakistan and greet them and enlighten our generations from history to value Pakistan. Sacrificed and remained steadfast to achieve the establishment of Pakistan till the last drop of his blood.