05/12/2017
On Wednesday 6th Dec 1992, I lost my grandfather with honor late Mr. Tahir Hussain (Juggu Miyan). He had been brunt out in fire. I remember, once my father was telling me the story of Babri Masjid demolition incident, he told me the death of his father, earlier morning at Wednesday 6:00 AM 6th Dec 1992, my family (including my elder, elder mother with their kids and my mother with me) were ready to leave and their belongings, I was 6 months old approx, father asked grandfather to Leave and all belongings and said first save life then will save the belongings but grandfather denied to Leave, He loved his legacy. Something belongings matters above all things in life. Something you ever don't know what you have to chose or not. This was time approx when God was needed him (grandfather) back to Home when actually human belongs from, He deined to came with us, blessed us and said Leave before with peoples come and Him last words was "Fairwell family" with bold tears on his eyes, my father was start screaming with small tears floated out from eyes on cheek. My father was inside home over the tarrace, he was watching while his father was burning and people those were burning him (grandfather) by blanket, carocine oil, desial and petrol along with bed sheets and some amount of grains over him and lighted out him with fire 🔥. My father was watching but he couldn't do anything, he was screaming badly and telling me I couldn't save my father's life. It was bad feelings when someone is dying before you, but you can't stop him to die, my father attendemly embraced me and start weeping hardly, after few minutes,
He said I had two options that time.
1: I had to jumped up in the crowd and either I would save my father or I would die with him.
2: I had to leave him dying and run up for my rest family.
I choosen second option and run up for my rest of family.
I don't understand, I totally shocked-Up 🤔 how he handled the situation which was absolutely out of control. I stopped and upcoming 10 to 15 minutes I kept myself on mute almost not a single word I spoke meanwhile. You people know what nobody from our family was there to help us but only my aunt's husband with Honor Late Mr
-kidwai (belongs to Village Basa, Barabanki), on next day thrusday 7th Dec 1992, Mr. Kidwai was there , firstly he reached ayodhya, via faizabad and then he reached Baharich, district. where my were reside and they were stayed at one of us knowing. he taken us back to Barabanki my mother was young enough to rum for 22 K.M. barefoot without sleepers. She never stepped without vehicle before and she was running for life for 22 K.M. approximately. When Mr. Was my family he teared up, my father members faces were almost became blackish, they were starving almost, when my mother was Mr. Kidwai, she started screaming baldy with fear filled in her eyes, almost each of them were frightened, kids were starving too and screaming badly my mother told me that I was fainted almost, I wasn't momenting, my mother starts weeping she assumed as I died in the way after putting water over my face I yelled up and screamed up. She god a positive wave, she thanked up God for saving me. It's been 26 years we are still be frightened when we think about the incident ever.
Story is long enough and we'll continue again.
Syed Tarique Sultan, Syed Altamish Tahir, Fazal Siddiqui
