A Pakistani perspective.
Twenty years on, I feel we had underplayed the whole thing. When I hear about another beef lynching in India, I am reminded of all those old men who boasted about throwing a pig’s head into a mosque or slaughtering a cow in the middle of a Hindu festival.
And I think of my own beloved country we carved out of India to protect our liberties. And where we don’t have to cower in fear of a Hindu or Sikh mob.
We can get lynched by our fellow Pakistani classmates for quoting a bit of poetry and questioning some fragment of a religious text.
The partition goes on in slow motion. I took a flight back from India after the 2008 Mumbai attacks.
Needull in a haystack 