(Review in the form of an open letter)
Dear Ghulam Ali ji,
Asalam Walekum. Just cottoned on your life story & I am moved, grief-stricken to realize the sufferings you were forced to go through.
Life at the time of partition was indeed difficult. It was not just the partition of two countries but also the partition of some lost souls, communities and much more. At that phase of life, people were enraged, trust was the major issue and the communal riots which took place was the worst; separating some pure souls like you and your beloved Zahira Raza. Ghulam Ali ji, you won't believe that even after so many years to independence, such communal riots, injustices and mishaps still take place and situations haven't cooled down yet.
Coming back to your life, even after India got its independence- the question remains that- did people like you enjoyed the essence of Independence? No, when the country was celebrating the independence, people like you on the other side of the border were struggling hard to get back to the 'mitti' you were born into.
It was the year 1958, and you were still making effort to get back to India. I am sorry to hear, how brutally you were thrown into Pakistan and were said that you're azad now. But, I know Ghulam Ali ji, you didn't wish for this azadi. All you wanted to get back to your hometown Lucknow, getting embraced in the arms of your beloved Zahira and support her through the motherhood.
But, it's all about kismat Ghulam Ali ji. Maybe Allah has penned your bhagya in that way. I felt awful when I got to know that the government officials of India didn't pay attention to the letters you have sent or did the letters actually reach them? But, at the same time I felt secured that rather than getting into wrong hands, you got a shelter at the 'Hindu Refugee Camp, Lahore'. I am indeed grateful to Pandit ji and glad that you got a companion like Rajkumar(yes, he was a bit weird though).
Ghulam Ali ji, you were indeed right when you wrote these lines to Zahira- “Every time a brother misses a sister, a father misses a daughter, a Zahira misses a Ghulam Ali, it is partition of India coming to life”. Your love for Zahira is indeed pure. Even after so many years of separation, the only thing that first came into your mind was Zahira! I hope you have forgiven Zahira for her sudden disappearance. It was just that, she was afraid to face you; a sense of guilt was going through her mind. She feared if you could ever treat her with utmost izzat or not. She never wanted to separate you from your child.
I hope when both of you united, you accepted and understood her to the core. I hope you didn't question her for anything. Ghulam Ali ji, being a woman, I understood the pain Zahira must have gone through. Even she equally suffered like you.
Ghulam Ali ji, I am happy to say that people aren't considering you a jaasoos anymore. You have simply stole our hearts. You have actually taught us, what sincerity and love for watan is, what is perseverance is & at last what love and longing is. I solely pray to Inshallah that may your story reaches every corner of this world. I wish every Zahira gets a lover like you and every Zubeida gets a father like you. With this, I remain.
Yours well-wisher,
Aditi