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The voices of Partition.

“I have no definite answer to questions about why I migrated from India to Pakistan after the partition in 1947. I look back and see a crowded train rushing past lively and desolate towns and villages, under a bright sun, and in the dark of night. The train is running through the most frightening night and the passengers are quite like statues. I strain to hear them breathe. Where will the train stop? And will it move again, if it stops? 

Half a century later, it seems to have been the moment when two eras met and parted. History has its own dawns and dusks. We were in between the dusk and dawn of history. That is what made the journey from Meerut to Lahore the longest journey. We weren’t on the train; we were on the ship of history. We had left home at dawn and it was noon. The train had already crossed Saharanpur. We were past the borders of our province, Uttar Pradesh, into that enormous wilderness that had seen carnage a few days earlier. Now there was silence. Those destined to survive and leave had left. Those destined to fall had fallen. Their homes were still smoldering. 

The train chugged on, indifferent to the ruined towns.”

Intizaar Hussein, The First Morning (excerpt)

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PARTITION_MIGRATIONPartition of India, 1947. (photos source: wikipedia)

*Intizaar Hussein is a famous Urdu fiction writer, known for his unique prose style. Two of his works, The Seventh Door and Leaves, are available in English.

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