a 1919 phenomenon

Brother, in 1919, there was a rebellion against the Rowlatt Act in all of Punjab. I'm referring to Amritsar. Under the Defense of India Rules, Sir Michael O'Dwyer prevented Gandhiji from entering Punjab. They were on their way to this location when they were stopped at Pullul, taken into custody, and returned to Bombay. So far as I can tell, bro! The Jallianwala Bagh incident would not have added such a bloody chapter to their oppressive past if the British had not made this error.

Everyone, whether Muslims, Hindus, or Sikhs, held Gandhiji in high regard. He was regarded as the Mahatma by everyone. When news of his arrest reached Lahore, everything stopped immediately. The people of Amritsar learned about it from here, so there was a complete pinch.

The Deputy Commissioner is said to have received the deportation orders for Dr. Satyapal and Dr. Kuchlu on April 9 evening. He wasn't ready to follow their orders. Because, according to him, Amritsar lacked any exciting potential. Individuals used to hold quiet fights and so on. when there was no threat of violence. I am describing the circumstance that I witnessed firsthand. Nomi was Nuku Ram. Bhai John Carmichael was a man with a strange skull, so it's possible that someone took a step against the authorities' wishes during the procession. He did not pay the Deputy Commissioner any attention. He was only concerned that these leaders were acting on Mahatma Gandhi's orders to overthrow imperialism and that a conspiracy was orchestrating the strikes and rallies in the background.

The exile of Dr. Kuchlu and Dr. Satyapal was widely reported throughout the city. The heart was the fate of every individual. There was a constant sense that a significant incident was about to occur, but the brotherly excitement was too much. Organizations were shut down. Even though the city was like a graveyard, there was still noise there. When the news of Dr. Kuchlu and Satya Pal's arrest broke, tens of thousands of people gathered to go to Deputy Commissioner Bahadur and ask that the orders to deport their beloved leaders be canceled. However, that was not the time to consider brotherly demands. Sir Michael, a pharaoh, ruled supremely. He refused to comply with the request and declared this gathering illegal.

Amritsar. Amritsar was once the largest freedom movement center. whose chest had a proud wound that looked like a burnt garden? How are things now? However, end this story. The heart is broken. The British, according to some, are also to blame for what happened in this holy city today, five years ago. It will occur, brother, but to be honest, the blood that has been shed there can be seen on our own hands. Well!

The bungalow of the deputy commissioner was in Civil Lines. This remote area of the city housed every great officer and toddy. If you have been to Amritsar, you are aware that a bridge connects the city to the civil lines and leads to the cold road. where the rulers had constructed their paradise on earth.

At the point when the group moved toward the corridor entryway, they observed that the scaffold was monitored by a white man riding a horse. The crowd didn't stop at any point and kept growing. It was my brother's fault. I can't put into words how excited everyone was, but they were all bathed. Nobody even had a small stick. They had come out just to on the whole speak more loudly to the decision city and solicitation it to deliver Dr. Kuchlu and Dr. Satyapal genuinely. The crowd kept moving in the direction of the bridge. The whites opened fire when the people got close. A stampede ensued as a result. Even though there were only twenty-five of them and hundreds of people in the crowd, Bhai Goli possessed a great deal of terror. Alaman saw such a spread of disorder. Some individuals sustained injuries as a result of the stampede or bullets.

The right hand was filthy. I got pushed and fell into it. I looked up to see that the crowd had dispersed when the shots stopped. White people were laughing on the bridge while the wounded lay on the road. Brother, I don't recollect what sort of mental state I was in around then. My senses may not have been fully engaged. When I fell into the filthy drain, I was undoubtedly unconscious. He slowly started to remember the details of the accident as soon as he got out.

As a large number of people yelled in rage, there was a distant sound. I crossed the filthy canal and went through the foot cushion to the hall entrance, where I saw thirty or forty young people excitedly picking up stones and hitting the door clock. One of the boys told the other boys, "Let's go," when his glass fell on the road. Break the queen's idol!

"No man," said the other. Set Kotwali on fire!

"As well as all the banks!" The third spoke.

"Stop," they were told by the fourth. What advantages does it offer? Kill all of those on the bridge.

I was aware of it. Kanjar was this bag. He was Muhammad Tufail, but he was more commonly referred to as Thila Kanjar. because it came from a prostitute's womb. He wandered a lot. He had a gambling and alcohol addiction at a young age. Shamshad and Almas, his two sisters, were the most stunning prostitutes of their time. Their throat of Shamshad was very good. His speeches were used to draw nobles from all over the world. They were both extremely enraged by their brother's actions. The fact that they kind of had it was well-known throughout the city. Still, he used to get something from them, in one way or another, to meet his needs.

Moreover, he was dressed very well. used to drink and eat well. He had a lot of intelligence. He had a great sense of humor. The luxuries of inheritance and possessions were far from his life. a strong, muscular body, full hands and feet, and tall stature. The nose was likewise normal for the guide.

The invigorated young men didn't pay attention to her and began strolling toward the sovereign's deity. Kill those responsible for our innocent men's deaths and injuries. We can all wring our hands together through God. Let's move!

Some had proactively left. The remainder ceased. They began following Thela as he headed toward the bridge. I assumed that these red mothers' deaths were pointless. By the fountain, Dabka was standing. "Don't go, man," I called the bag in that location. Why are you after both their lives and yours? "Thela has only gone to tell that he is not afraid of bullets," Thela said to me as she heard this. "You can go back if you are afraid," he told his coworkers.

How can actions taken at these times be reversed? Additionally, this occurs at a time when the leader is advancing with his life on the line. The others had to move with Thale if he sped up. The bridge is only a short distance from the hall door. approximately sixty to seventy yards Thela was leading the charge. Two horsemen were standing fifteen to twenty paces away from where the parallel jungle and the two approaches to the bridge began. The fire started when Thela got to the beginning of the forest and started yelling slogans. I believed he had fallen. However, he observed that he was the same. Alive is proceeding. Fearful, the rest of his companions fled. "Don't run! Hold on!

When another shot was fired, his face was directed toward me. He patted himself on the back as he turned around to look at the whites. Bro, I should not have seen anything, but I did notice that his white boss shirt had red spots. Like a wounded lion, he grew faster and faster. A second fire was started. He stumbled, but once he got his footing back, he got on the horse rider and knew what had happened right away. The back of the horse was empty. The bag was atop Gora, which was lying on the ground. The bucking horse was stopped and shot at by the other white man, who was nearby and had been scared earlier. After that, I don't know what transpired. I slipped and fell to the ground near the fountain.

Brother, I was in my house when I regained consciousness. From there, some familiar men picked me up. It was gained from his words that the group was infuriated by the slugs terminated from the scaffold. An attempt was made to break the queen's idol as a result of this outrage. Five to six white people were killed when three banks and the town hall were set on fire. Good stuff.

The looting did not particularly concern the British officers. The massacre of Jallianwala Bagh was carried out to exact revenge for the deaths of five or six Europeans. General Dyer took control of the city from Deputy Commissioner Bahadur. In this way, on April twelfth, General Sahib walked with troopers into various business sectors of the city and captured many blameless individuals. On the 13th, a gathering was held in Jallianwala Bagh. Twenty-five thousand people were in attendance. General Dyer, accompanied by armed Gurkhas and Sikhs, arrived there toward evening and began firing on the men.

There was no reliable estimate of the number of deaths at the time. Later, when the research was done, it was found that around 3,000 or 4,000 people were injured and that 1,000 people died. However, I was referring to the bag. I've already told you, Brother, that I've seen my eyes. God's flawless nature. The deceased had each of the four flaws. He was gay and worked as a professional prostitute. Now I know for sure that the cursed blonde's first shot hit him. He did not realize that a hot lead had sunk into his breast until he heard the voice, looked back at his companions, and encouraged them in his excitement. He was hit in the back with the second bullet. Third time around the chest. Although I didn't see it, I heard that Thele's hands could not be separated from Gore's neck when his body was separated from Gore. Gora's hell had ended.

When Thele's body was given to his family for burial on the second day, it was riddled with bullets. The other white man had discharged the entire gun on him. At that point, I believe, the deceased person's soul had emerged from the elemental cage. He had simply been moonstruck by the demon child.

There was reportedly chaos when Thele's body got to the area. His community didn't like him very much, but when they saw his mutilated body, everyone started yelling and crying. Almas and Shamshad, his sisters, collapsed. Both of them spoke at the funeral in such a way that the people who were listening shed bloody tears.

Brother, I read somewhere that a peasant there fired the first bullet during the French Revolution. Muhammad Tufail was a boy who worked as a prostitute. Nobody has explored whether his previously shot was the tenth or the 50th in this progressive battle. Perhaps because this poor man lacked social standing. I feel that Thale Kanjar's name won't be in that frame of mind of the people who have washed in this ridiculous shower of Punjab. Additionally, it is unknown whether such a list was created there were days of a dire emergency. The military ruled for a time. Martial law was declared by the giant. He used to burp on the roads of the city. The poor man was hurriedly buried amid a lot of confusion as if his death were a terrible crime committed by his grieving family, who wanted to erase all traces of it.

Jan Thela was an only brother. My companion for the first time stopped speaking and became silent after hearing that Thela had been buried. Moving was the train. "Thela is dead," the tracks started to squeak. Buried was the bag. They died. Thela was put to rest. Since he passed away and was buried there, there was no time between his death and burial. I had to separate the two from my mind because the harmony of these words and Khat Khat was so emotionless. I asked my companion.

He looked at me, shocked. Yes, there is still a sad part of this story.

I inquired, "What?"

Diamonds and Shamshad. She had a stunning face. Shamshad was extensive. Thumri sang very well and had a short frame and hooded eyes. It has been reported that Khan once attended Fateh Ali Khan's school. The diamond was the other. She said nothing even though there was no sound coming from her throat. It appeared as though her voice was speaking as she danced. Every river was the scene of an ambush. Every saffron's eyes possessed that magical quality.

It took me longer than necessary to appreciate my fellow travelers. However, I thought it was inappropriate. Inevitably, he, when all is said and done, emerged from this long cycle and came to the miserable piece of the story, "The story is, sibling, that the magnificence and excellence of the two sisters were referenced by a brown noser to the tactical officials." A rioting meme. What was the witch's name? Miss Shroud was killed, miss. It was decided that they should be summoned, and that full-blown vengeance should be taken. Do you figure out, sibling?

I said OK!''

"Prostitutes and prostitutes are also their mothers and sisters in such delicate cases," my fellow traveler sighed. However, I believe this nation does not respect its honor, brother. At the point when the local cop got the request from a higher place, he promptly prepared. As a result, he went to Almas and Shamshad's house and stated that people had remembered. They are eager to hear about your account. The brother's grave's soil was still wet. Allah's beloved, this poor man was instructed to dance in our presence just two days earlier. This is the most parasitic form of torture there is. Nobody else, I believe, can locate such a mockery. Didn't the individuals who provided orders believe that whores are likewise envious? Could be... Why wouldn't it be? while he was conversing with me, he asked himself.

I thought, "Maybe!"

"Yes," you said. After all, Thela was his brother. He had not died in a fight at a gambling den. He did not pass away in a raucous riot. He had martyred himself in an exceptionally valiant manner in the method of his country. He came from a prostitute's womb. However, Shamshad and Almas were her daughters and Thele's sisters, and she was a prostitute mother. Whores were later. She also fainted when she saw the bag's body. He gave a speech at his funeral that used to make the man cry when he heard it.

"Was she there?" I pressed.

"Yes," my companion replied after a brief pause. They went, yes. properly dressed.'' 'Sola got dressed and responded to her callers as her depression became acute immediately. They claim that the party was successful. The essence of both sisters was displayed. Wearing splendid garments, they seemed like pixies of Mount Qaf. They continued to refrain from drinking and dancing and singing. They continued to walk away. They also state that. On the signal of a senior officer, the party was dismissed at two in the morning.

"Dismissed" was his last two words before they began to dance to the iron rumble of wheels and tracks. Discharged.'' I inquired, "Then, what took place?"

"They scratched their bright skins and Alf became naked and started saying," he said, taking his eyes off the running trees and poles. Pay attention. We are sisters of Thele. Of the martyr, whose beautiful body you shot so many times because he was patriotic in spirit. His beautiful sisters are us. Come, use the hot iron of your lust to stain our perfumed body. However, before we do that, allow us to spit once."

He stopped speaking after uttering that. a statement that no one else will make.

His eyes welled up with tears. They were shot and blown away.

I did not speak up. He called Qali and went to get his belongings when the car slowed down and stopped at the station. "The end of the story you told me seems to be your creation," I said to him as I started to leave.

He asked me, "How did you know this?" in shock.

I stated, "Your tone was indescribable sadness."

My kindred explorer gulped the harshness of his throat with spit and said, "OK." In the Haram. He took a break from abusing. He established the batta in his brother's honor. He then sat down on the platform after saying this.