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Partition The Partition & I: What I Lost (from SikhChic)

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  1. spnadmin

    spnadmin United States
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    The Partition & I: What I Lost

    by S.J. KAUR

    In 1947, four Sikhs - a couple, a young man and a teenage girl - fled their respective homes. Uprooted, ravaged, humiliated - all they wanted was to live.

    And live they did with all the passion of those who have lost - everything.
    This was my grandparents' story.

    Their strength amazes me.

    Out of nothing they built everything.

    I always considered the events of Partition to be their story.

    I could not have been more wrong.

    Something strange stirred within me when I was pregnant. Home to me has always been a noisy suburb throbbing with life. But now I craved for the comfort of a quiet village, fields and dirt - it was the quiet throb of a piece of earth that I longed for; one that I had never set foot on.

    Suddenly the Partition of 1947 became immensely personal.

    I was separated from the one thing that I ached for.
    Was it because I was bringing a new life into this world?
    The yearning, the craving was intense.

    I can still feel in my heart something strong stirring. I try to imagine the texture of that dirt in my fist as I rub it between my fingers. Why?

    And so, just like my grandparents weaved my parents and all their stories together, they also weaved my husband and me into the rich fabric of their story; and included in it all the stories that came with my life-partner.

    Today, every generation of my family lives in different countries.
    When I ask myself, where my roots lay, I can only think of a village left behind in today's Pakistan.

    A name is all I have...

    The Partition and I

    On my womb,
    My arms clutch
    With ferocity

    Our unborn, our seed.

    My body bends,
    Into heart-breaking sobs;
    Silent screams ring through my head...
    All I want...
    Is a fistful of earth.

    Lay my tired self
    Under the massive tree,
    Lay on this earth
    Feel it pulse through my veins.

    And I want it so bad.

    Tears spill out
    Forcing me to face
    An incomprehensible truth -
    The blood-drenched dirt Cries out,


    Two generations later?

    I must go,
    I will.

    To find my tree
    To find its roots
    To feel,
    To caress,
    To clasp that lost earth
    And lock its scent.

    To return


    Bring back some lost past.

    Some lost part
    Of what lingers,
    In that ravaged Earth.

    A seed needs roots
    She must have her dues.

    All I have is a name.

    Now I need a fistful of Earth.

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  3. Tejwant Singh

    Tejwant Singh United States
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    S.J Kaur, Wow!

    Partition of 1947.

    The invisible wall of division.

    Where love of the past became the disdain of the moment.

    Innocent people uprooted like giant trees crumbling due to this hurricane.

    But the winds are invisible,

    the leaves are still.

    The tempest is within.

    People pushed, kicked, slaughtered and thrown on the other side of
    the Invisible wall.

    The unseen crack on the Earth, became a gorge deeper than the Grand Canyon.


    You do not need a fistful of Earth.

    You have the world within.

    The womb is the globe,

    In which,

    A new tree is taking roots.

    This one, I am sure will be nurtured by the two caretakers,

    So that it can become the tree,

    Under which,

    All humanity can live with harmony.

    No more walls.

    Visible nor invisible.

    What was partition has become unity.

    All as one who serve The ONE.

    Tejwant Singh
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