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The special train left Amritsar at 2:00 PM and reached Mughalpura after eight hours. Some people were killed on the way. Many were injured and some were killed here and there.

At ten o'clock in the morning. . . When Sirajuddin opened his eyes on the cold ground of the camp and saw a turbulent sea of men, women and children all around him, his powers of thought and understanding became even weaker. He stared blankly at the open sky for a long time. There was a lot of noise in the camp. But old Sirajuddin's ears were as if closed. He could hear nothing.If anyone saw him, they would think he was lost in some deep thought, but he was not. His senses were dull. His entire being was suspended in space.

Looking aimlessly at the sky, Sirajuddin's gaze met the sun. The bright light entered the veins and fibers of his being and he woke up. Several images ran through his mind. Loot. Fire. Run and run... Station - - - Bullets. Night and peace - - - Sirajuddin stood up at once and, like a madman, he began to scan the sea of ​​people spread around him.

For three hours he searched the camp, calling out Sakina, Sakina. But he could find no trace of his young, only daughter. There was a girl all around. Someone was looking for their child, someone was a mother, someone was a daughter. Sirajuddin sat down to one side, exhausted, and, straining his memory, began to think about when and where Sakina had separated from him. But as he thought, his mind kept on thinking about Sakina's mother's body.He would have frozen. All his intestines were sticking out. He couldn't think of anything else beyond that.

Sakina's mother had died. She had died in front of Sirajuddin's eyes. But where was Sakina, about whom her mother had said while dying, "Leave me and take Sakina and run away from here quickly."

Sakina was with him. Both were running barefoot. Sakina's dupatta had fallen. He wanted to pick it up, but Sakina shouted, "Come on... Leave it." But she had picked up the dupatta. . . While thinking this, he looked at the protruding pocket of his coat and put his hand in it and found a black cloth. . . Sakina's dupatta was the same. . . But where was Sakina?

Sirajuddin strained his tired mind but could not come to any conclusion. Had he brought Sakina with him to the station? Had she been in the car with him? On the way, when the car was stopped by someone and the rioters had entered, had he Who would pick up Sakina who had fainted?

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Sirajuddin had questions in his mind, which were no longer there. He needed sympathy, but all the people spread all around him needed sympathy. Sirajuddin wanted to cry, but his eyes did not help him. Tears had become a substitute for knowing where. After six days, when his senses recovered somewhat, Sirajuddin met those who were ready to help him. There were eight young men. Those who had a lorry and guns. Sirajuddin gave them a million prayers and told them about Sakina's appearance, she is fair-skinned and very beautiful. . . It was not on me, it was on her mother... She is about seventeen years old. . . Big eyes. . . Black hair, a fat mole on her right cheek. . . She is my only daughter. Find her. God will bless you.

The young volunteers, with great enthusiasm, assured the old man Sirajuddin that if his daughter came back to life, he would be reunited with her within a few days.will have

The eight young men tried. They risked their lives and survived. They rescued many women, many men, and many children and brought them to safe places. Ten days passed, but they did not find peace anywhere.

One day, he was going to Amartsar on a lorry for the same service when he saw a girl on the road near Chhath. Hearing the sound of the lorry, he jumped on it and started running. The volunteers stopped the motorbike and everyone ran after her. They caught the girl in a field. She was very beautiful when they saw her. There was a big mole on her right cheek. A boy asked her, "Don't be afraid." Is your name Sakina?

The girl's complexion turned even paler. She did not answer. But when all the boys gave her a little encouragement, her fear disappeared.And he admitted that she was Sakina, the daughter of Sirajuddin.

Eight volunteer youths consoled Sakina in every way. They fed her. They gave her milk and made her sit in the lorry. One of them took off his coat and gave it to her. Because she was feeling very confused due to not having a dupatta. And she was busy trying unsuccessfully to cover her chest with her arms again and again.

Many days passed. . . Sirajuddin did not receive any news of Sakina. He kept roaming around different camps and offices throughout the day. But his daughter was not found anywhere. At night, he spent a long time praying for the success of these volunteer youths. Who had assured him that if Sakina was alive, they would find her within a few days.

One day, Sirajuddin saw these young volunteers in the camp. They were sitting in a lorry. Sirajuddin ran to them.The lorry was about to leave when he asked, "Son, have you found my Sakina?"

Everyone said in unison, "It will go, it will go." And the lorry started moving. Sirajuddin once again prayed for the success of these young men and his heart became somewhat lighter.

Towards evening, in the camp where Sirajuddin was sitting, some mud grew near him. Four men were carrying something. When he inquired, he found out that a girl was lying unconscious near the railway line. The people had carried her. Sirajuddin followed them. The people handed the girl over to the hospital staff and left. For some time, he stood like that, leaning against the wooden pole on the roof of the hospital. Then he slowly went inside. There was no one in the room. There was a stool on which a body was lying. Sirajuddin took small steps towards it. Suddenly, the room was lit up. Sirajuddin saw a mole on the yellow face of the body and shouted Sakina

The doctor, who had turned on the light in the room, asked Sirajuddin, "What is it?"

Sirajuddin could only manage to say, "Yes, I am..." "Yes, I am..." "I am her father." The doctor looked at the body lying on the floor. He felt its pulse and said to Sirajuddin, "Open the door." Sakina's dead body moved. With lifeless hands, she untied the azar and pulled down her trousers. Old Sirajuddin shouted happily, "She is alive..." "My daughter is alive."

The doctor was overwhelmed in reaching from head to toe...