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Aleena, Muhammad Ali, Shanzay Daud and Abiha Shah - 5 Green

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Aleena, Muhammad Ali, Shanzay Daud and Abiha Shah - 5 Green

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Migration: Journey to Pakistan

I booked a carriage towards Pakistan on the eve of independence. The carriage dropped me to the Amritsar railway station and after getting seated in the train, I observed from my window that some Sikhs were running towards the train. They were shouting with rage and had weapons in their hands. Since I had heard the story of the train that had been attacked a few days back, I felt frightened and started evaluating my options of escape. Some of them started banging at the doors in order to open them. People inside the train were in state of total distraught and fear lurked on their faces. The train started moving and as it sped up, the Sikhs on the doors jumped off. I reached Lahore safely later that night and got registered in a refugee camp. The situation was uncertain but I found solace in the realization that I had made it to my new home called Pakistan.

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Rayyan Ali, Ahmed Ali Shafqat , Ibrahim Asif and Muhammad Mustafa - 5 Blue 

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Rayyan Ali, Ahmed Ali Shafqat , Ibrahim Asif and Muhammad Mustafa - 5 Blue 

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It was a dark and gloomy night. Everyone was waiting for the train from Delhi to Lahore and I was one of them. I was starving and I was thirsty and there was no food or water. Finally, the train arrived. Everyone was rushing to the train and some people sat on the top of the train as well. Suddenly, the Sikhs attacked the Muslim refugees with their swords and rifles and everyone panicked. I hid myself under a couple of sacks praying that the attackers will not see me.  From my hiding place I could hear cries of pain and fear. There were children shouting for their mothers and fathers. Some people were begging for mercy but the attackers killed randomly.

After a few minutes the screams stopped and I dared to look out of the hiding place. It was the most shocking experience as I saw bodies all around. Some were alive but most of the people were dead. All those who had survived got off the train and decided to walk in the direction the train was going. Finally we reached a small camp. This was safe for all of us. I thanked Allah that he had given me the chance to live and reach the land safely. Although, I was sad at the fact that my family was not with me.

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Mehr Tehmina, Asra Aslam, Laiba Ahmed and Omaima Mariam - 5 Blue/Green 

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Mehr Tehmina, Asra Aslam, Laiba Ahmed and Omaima Mariam - 5 Blue/Green 

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The horrible migration between India and Pakistan was in 1947. Over 8 million people migrated to Pakistan and around 7 million people migrated to India. The hearts of innocent people were beating fast, they were in danger of being killed by harsh and dangerous Sikhs.

I was a part of that extremely scary partition. It was very hard to go to Pakistan. I travelled in a train with lots of people.  The Sikhs were trying to kill Muslims with their swords. It was a state of tyranny and distraught. We were scared for our lives but had high hopes that once the train would cross into the Pakistani territory we will be safe.

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Mujadid, Yaseen , Aman Atif and Tayyab - 5 Green 

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Mujadid, Yaseen , Aman Atif and Tayyab - 5 Green 

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In 1948 my family had to migrate to Pakistan from India because partition had been announced. We were happy and sad at the same time. We were sad because we had to leave all our stuff behind happy because we finally got our independent country, Pakistan. We traveled by train but there was a lot of bloodshed. We saw some Sikhs were killing the Muslims on the train. So, we didn’t use the train instead we tool the bull cart to another village and we rested over there. We again start traveling at night. When we were going from the field, we saw some Sikhs looking for the Muslims.  We hid in the sugarcane field and waited out the Sikh part. We started our journey again. The next morning, we arrived  Lahore, Pakistan.

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Aliya, Meerab, Mahrukh, Mahnoor and Fauzan - 5 Green

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Aliya, Meerab, Mahrukh, Mahnoor and Fauzan - 5 Green

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In 1947, there was migration from India to Pakistan. The people were scared of the gangs of cold-blooded murderous Sikhs that roamed the cities like Gurdaspur and Amritsir. However, a few Sikhs with nice hearts decided to hide Muslims migrants in their residences. When the partition was announced the left their houses, their jewelry, their jobs and everything that was important to them. When danger would be clear these Sikhs ushered the Muslims through the fields and ensured their safe arrival at the the train station. It was a little tough for the Muslims to migrate without their belongings but they didn’t loose there hopes as they knew their new homeland will offer them better opportunities.

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The great Migration started in August 1947. I was in the village during the partition. There were many Sikhs in our village. They helped us hide during attacks by people wo were in the other groups. They acted like they were against Muslims, but in reality, helped them.  We walked by foot till we reached the next village. We saw a train but did not get on it because we had heard that people were being killed. A kind man offered us a ride on his cart till Lahore. I was lucky to sit on the cart while half of my family had to travel by foot. I felt tired but happy because I knew I will be safe in my country.