As told by her soul”Listen to my story,the story of Shahid Girija Tickoo,I lived in a land once called paradise, a reflection of heaven on earth,a land of brotherhood,a peace,my home, Kashmir.My heart longed to return to that blessed soil and to embrace the clay that bore my roots.I received message from that Home place in Kashmir valley,it is safe now, come back,.
Those words lit a spark of hope in my soul, a dream of returning my own place.I trusted as any one would, believing in assurances of peace and safety. While reaching what was awaiting me ,was not embrace of home ,friends and others to whom I trust and believe ,but it was cruel hands and jawas of those who were full of hatred.
I was lured back decitfully and betrayed, trapped me in wrong assurances.I was captured like a prey.hunt as if were an animal a sights of the predator.My cries for help echoed through the valley.,yet no one came, not even my neighbours, and friends to whom I know shared meals , personal things and loud laughter with each other.
Their ears were dead to my cries and their eyes cold with hatred. They turned away as I was not knowing them.l dragged in to the grip of monstrous cruelty.They rapped me mercilessly, brutally and my cries for mercy were drowned in thier hatred.They did not stop there they dragged me live, breathing body to the saw mill.Can you imagine the horror?.
They cut me in two pieces when I was alive.The entire valley must have heard my screams, the air, the atmosphere,the earth, did they carry my pain?.Did they feel the inhumanity that englufed that moment?. Humanity has vanished, there was no one to save me.Why I was killed? Was it because I was Kafir, was it I was Kashmiri pandit?, was I was Hindus? What was my crime, ?what was my fault?,what I had stopped for them?
My death was not an accident,it was act of hatred and brutality .My story is not mine along ,it is story of countless Kashmiri Pandits, their women, who were brutalized,raped and killed.It was story of entire victim community that was uprooted, prosecuted and left voiceless.”
I ASK SOUL OF KASHMIRI TODAY,WHY DID YOU LET IT HAPPENED? WHY HUMANITY TURNED ITS BACK TO ME,? WHY DID NO ONE HEARD MY CRIES?”
Will YOU GIVE ME AN ANSWER???” My story must not be forgotten.My pain ,my brutal death must serve as a reminder of the horrors that befell my community.The world must know,what happened to us, how hatred and brutality destroyed the lives of innocents.
Let my voice, my story,my pain echo through time’s. remember me.Remember Saheed Girija Tickoo,let my cries awaken the consciences of those who have forgotten the sacrifices and sufferings of my community people and others.
It is my appeal to you all ,don,t let my story go in silence. Stand for Justice — stand for humanity. ” It was soul’ cry and soul story of Saheed Girija Tickoo ”
“Will you now get united, awaken and fight for justice”? ? ? [ Kundan Kashmiri] Community Sevak & President Kashmiri Pandit Conference ( KPC)Mobile No 8802267955Email —kundankashmiri@gnail.com