The Star

Episode 1

Novel: The Star

Author: Hira Tahir

Attribution:

"Names of Migrant Muslim Girls Sold to Prostitutes by Sikhs and Indian Army during Partition of Subcontinent"

Plot:

The story begins with Jahan Ara. Jahan Ara was the darling daughter of her parents. When the subcontinent was partitioned in 1947, Jahan Ara's family left to migrate to Pakistan. On the way, the Sikhs beheaded her parents. give jahan Ara is humiliated and sold to a brothel of prostitutes. There she screams, there is no one to help her. Then she accepts her life as God's will. One day Jahan Ara finds a victim. She feels a movement behind the bushes. She shoots an arrow. The arrow hits a prince. She takes him to a cave and cures him. Both fall in love. But Jahan Ara thinks that when Nawabzada finds out that she is a prostitute, the glass palace of her dreams will be shattered. She asks him to go. And then she leaves herself. He becomes mad. He becomes close to Allah Ta'ala. And he takes up monasticism. He leaves the worldly life and prays for Jahan Ara in his prayers. This Nawabzade does not know. It would be that he is asking for a prostitute in his prayers. He wanders in the forests and deserts. He goes away from his state. Hand over my Jahan Ara to me. Meanwhile Jahan Ara is madly in love with her. She continues to dance in the room. One day the Nawab invites a famous prostitutes to his mansion. Look. Be interested in women. So Nawabzada says that he belongs to only one woman. But when she comes, Nawabzada feels her presence. It's all natural. He smells her. He does. She is dancing. When he sees that Ara is where he is, he is surprised. Seeing her as a group, he wears the dress of a Sufi dervish and begins to walk around doing Allah ho Allah ho. Ishq is dancing in worldly love and on the other hand Nawab's son Ishq is dancing in real love. When the story of their love unfolds in front of Nawab, Nawab is furious and turns the group into Pakistani spies and hands them over to Indian soldiers. He does it. The soldiers imprison her and violate her honor. When the prostitute sees Nawabzade dancing in the name of Allah, her life changes and she is busy in worshiping Allah Almighty in prison. The year 2005 begins. She becomes old. One day the Indian army starts sending all the prisoners to Pakistan, so Jahan Ara pleads with them that she is now old, what will they do with her, let her go to Pakistan. The Indian army sends her to Pakistan. When she comes to Pakistan through the Wagah border, she becomes emotional and falls into a coma. Her book, which is based on her own life, From Sunrise to Sunset, is in the hands of Pakistani army. They published the book. In 2005, a girl is born who is blind. The girl's grandmother asks the doctor to fix the eyes of the girl's mother because the girl's mother dies, but the doctor says denies that she is still a newborn. Five years pass, one day the grandmother gets a call from the doctor that an eye has been arranged for her daughter. because she dies in the country after five years. Then the story of Daphne begins. Dqphne is the same blind girl. Daphne's father calls her blind and shifts to America and marries her. He hands it over to his grandmother. She is Daphne who is blindfolded. Dr. Hina gives Jahan Ara's book From Sunrise to Sunset, but she doesn't even touch the book because she doesn't know. It doesn't happen that this book belongs to the same woman who donated her eyes. Then her cousin Hashim Ghazi comes in his life. Daphne is mischievous and teases him. Then later they fall in love. Hashim Ghazi forces Daphne to read Jahan Ara's book. When she reaches the last page of the book, it is written on it. When I die, my eyes should be donated because my eyes shine like a star and I don't want this star to sink and become dim. She starts crying that this story is like hers in the end. Ghazi tells her the truth that this book is the book of the woman who gave her the eyes. She is greatly influenced by the book. Daphne becomes a big film director and she makes a film about Ara's life, which is quite successful. becomes a hit and she gets many awards. Then after Ara's death she gets a medal of distinction that she was a woman whose life is a beacon for all women.

Hira Tahir

The star's oath is when they begin to sink.

Your friend has neither gone astray nor been deceived.

And neither does he say anything of his own accord.

This is the revelation that comes to him.

The Mighty One (Gabriel) has taught him.

That which is most powerful, then it is established (in its original form).

And he was on the high edge (of the sky).

Then it came close, then even more

It happened

Then the distance was equal to two bows or less.

Then he instilled in the heart of the servant of Allah whatever the heart had instilled.

He did not lie what he saw.

Then you dispute what he saw.

And he has seen it one more time.

To Sadrat al-Muntahi

Who has Jannat al-Mawai.

While it was overshadowing that Sidra that was overshadowing (i.e. light).

The sight was neither misled nor exaggerated.

Indeed, he saw great signs from his Lord.

(Al-Quran )

Today,the dancing in the rain

The sky is open.

I don't know why everyone is sad today.

Someone has also broken the bird's nest.

The flower has also withered.

The cuckoo is also lamenting instead of singing.

Like the cry of a longing mother.

A piece of his liver has been hanged.

The weather is also gloomy today.

And dove have also stopped making noise for food.

The last leaf on the branch has also withered and turned yellow.

And my eyes are still fixed on the sky.

Is it just a coincidence or my heart is really sad.

(Hira Tahir)

It was raining in the forest. When the raindrops fell on the leaves, a sound was created, which is a beautiful instrument. They would have taken the form of a muddy water. I mean dirty water. The dirty water from which man was created. So what are the times of man. A man made of a couple of korids of mud and dirty water. He shows his passion before the Lord. This is the person who has become a tyrant in himself.

The clouds were roaring. The leaves were wet. There were tall trees. The sky was full of thick and dark clouds. A beautiful feminine voice was coming from the far side of the waterfall. It was a song or perhaps a ghazal. Which was written by a poet intoxicated with words. At the same time, the sound of bells was making noise. Her feet were constantly dancing. She was dancing, waving her arms in the air. Her silky hair was drenched in the rain. Her curled bare feet were covered in mud. But she was engrossed in herself. This mud was not an object of hatred to her. She knew that she herself was made of this mud. Rather, she was in love with this mud. She was a very humble and sensitive girl. But the hardships of the times made her hard-tempered. She had a stone heart. She had no soft place in her heart. Her name was Jahan Ara. When Ara got tired of dancing, she sat down in a cave to relax. Then she remembered that she had gone out to hunt. She picked up the bow hanging on her shoulders. She wore a light lehenga. She was dressed. Her stomach was bare. She took the bow holding her lehenga and began to shoot the target. She was a professional prostitute. The rain had stopped. The sky was beginning to clear of clouds. She felt a movement behind the bushes. Aimed and shot the arrow.

"The victim's hand came to the place where he saw it."

She went on muttering.

She looked across the bushes and saw a man lying on the ground covered in blood. He was a young man. He looked like a prince or the son of a king. Or maybe he himself was the king of a country. be

"Are you blind and shot an arrow at a noble person like us?"

That man whose name was Jahangir ran.

"Sorry, I didn't see it. I thought it was a sheep or a lamb."

"Instead of a lamb, you have mistakenly hunted a lion cub. Did you hunt or injure?"

"Wow, that's a lion's cub. I thought it was a dog's or a bat's cub."

Jahan Ara spoke with her sharp tongue.

"Be careful, if you call our father a dog or a bat, I will take off your skin."

He held her hand and held her close to him.

"Leave my hand."

She looked into his eyes and spoke.

"Why is it hurting?"

"Jahan Ara does not feel pain. And you who have a wounded chest should feel pain."

She was talking till now looking into his eyes.

"Until today, no one had the courage to look into our eyes and talk to us."

He pulled her hand and brought her closer to him.

Jahan Ara took the arrow stuck in his chest out of his hand which should have been taken out a long time ago. The wound was quite deep. She took it to a cave. It was the cave where she laid him on the bed. It was pitch dark in the cave. She lit a fire. and heated a tool with the fire and applied it to the wounds. It was an old method of deep Wounds were being treated. Jahangir shouted.

"How heartless you are."

He smiled in pain.

"I can be more heartless than that."

"who are you "

"Whoever I am, you mustn't mean it. Take care. I'm going to get some herbs from outside to treat you."

"How do you know this herb is good for my treatment?"

Jahangir was surprised.

"My father was wise, I learned everything from him."

After saying that, she picked up her bow and arrow and went out. She took the bow and arrow for her own protection. She did not go out with the intention of hunting. There were robbers etc. in the forest. But she was so brave that she She knew how to protect herself, so she picked up the bow and arrow and went out.

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A sad evening in 2005. Jinnah Hospital in Lahore was crowded with people. In the hospital room, an old lady was on a ventilator. She was in a coma. There was her diary lying on the sofa. On the first page of the book was written in large letters from sunrise to sunset. It was her book. A book based on her own life. It had this title. The old lady was taking her last breaths on the ventilator. In the interval between death and life. Death does not know when and at what time she stands at her door. When she is called by the Lord. The doctor entered the room. The doctor did not give the liquid to the patient. And she sat on the sofa. She picked up the diary lying on the sofa and started reading. .

"This old lady has suffered a lot. This diary bears witness to that."

The doctor replied while turning the pages of the diary.

"Yes, and his diary is quite emotional."

The nurse standing next to the ventilator answered.

"Who are these patients and how did they get here? What is their name?"

The doctor interrogated the nurse.

"Her name is being told as Jahan Ara and she came from the border of India in a prisoner bus. She was found in a very bad condition, so the soldiers immediately shifted her to the hospital. And on reaching the hospital, she went into a coma. "You arrived at the hospital late, so you don't know much about the matter."

"The matter is quite serious."

Dr. Nida nodded and turned the next page of the diary.

Some soldiers entered the hospital and started looking at Jahan Ara.

"Heard that a diary was recovered from her."

Major Arslan Shehryar said.

Dr. Nida who was sitting holding the diary said in reply:

"You are not talking about this diary."

"Yes, Doctor, this is the diary."

Dr. Nida gave the diary to Major Arslan Shehryar.

"From sunrise to sunset."

Major Arslan Shehryar opened the first page of the diary.

"Interesting"

Colonel Hashim Shah was wondering.

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Jahangir was lying naked with his bare body. Jahan Ara had entered the cave with herbs. His feet were covered with mud because it had rained.

"Why didn't you wear shoes and go out? It's so muddy. Your feet are covered in mud. Don't you hate it?"

Jahangir said.

"Why should I hate the mud when I myself am made of this mud, so what is the pride of this two-legged woman? When the reason for the pride of a human being is not revealed."

This time his gesture was towards Jahangir.

"You think I'm arrogant?"

"Yes"

He put his hand on her wound.

"Ahh "

He groaned in pain.

"Don't worry, I'm about to apply the medicine. Just grind these herbs a bit."

"You really could be several sins more heartless than that."

Jahangir once again smiled in pain.

"Yes, maybe."

Jahan Ara nodded in agreement.

"Aren't you afraid of blood?"

"Afraid of blood?"

Jahan Ara looked at him in surprise while grinding the herbs.

"No, be a woman. Women are afraid of blood."

Jahangir wanted to deny his previous statement.

"I am a woman. Who is afraid of blood? This blood is a very small thing in front of me."

Jahan Ara held back her tears.

We have been talking like this for a long time. Staying here. You have not introduced yourself. I am Jahangir, son of Nawab of Buxabad State. (It is not actually a state.)

"Well then, you are Nawabzade."

"Yes "

"who are you ...."

Jahan Ara became silent for a moment and went into the deep valleys of thought. Suddenly a sentence hit her ears.

"We are falling in love with you. We want to marry you. We have seen a fearless and daring woman like you for the first time."

After hearing all this, if Jahan Ara had said anything, the glass palace of Jahangir's dreams would have broken and shattered. He stopped talking because a little spark of love was burning in his heart.

"Whoever I am, you should have nothing to do with him. I think that you have been cured, now you should go to your palace."

Jahan Ara held back her tears and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"We think you have taken offense at our words."

"No, I didn't get angry. Now you should go back to your palace."

Jahan Ara spoke in her sharp tongue.

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The morning of 2005 was beginning to show its whiteness.Jinnah Hospital echoed with the sound of a newborn baby crying.

"Congratulations, you have a daughter."

Dr. Hina gave the good news to Usman Aurangzeb.

"Thank God, how are both mother and daughter?"

Dadi Noorjahan impatiently asked Dr. Nida.

"It is with great regret that the mother is in intensive care and the baby born to you is blind."

Dr. Hina expressed regret.

Usman Aurangzeb sat holding his head and Dadi Noorjahan started crying.

"Usman, what happened to us, my granddaughter blind? What a test Allah has put us to."

"Mom, no matter how my daughter is, she is my daughter and I accept her. She is the same."

There were tears in Usman Aurangzeb's eyes. He did not know whether he should be happy or cry or burst into tears.

After a while, the doctor again came out of the room.

"I'm sorry. We couldn't save the baby's mother."

Dr. Hina said that Usman Aurangzeeb made a noise.

"How can you say that you could not save the girl's mother. She is my love, my love. And she can never be my past. You are lying." ..She's not dead..She's alive.

"Look aunty, please console your son. God's will is in everything."

Dr. Hina tried to explain.

"The will of God does not work here. The will of doctors works. If they want, they can save the patient."

Usman Aurangzeb was crying continuously.

"Look, you seem quite broad-minded to me. How can you say such things?"

"And what about my daughter who is blind? Can you understand my sorrow, whose wife has died recently and whose daughter was born blind?"

"I can understand."

"Doctor, is eye transplant possible? If the eyes of the girl's mother are transplanted to the girl."

Noor Jahan asked the doctor consolingly.

"I can't say it's impossible, but it's quite difficult to transplant a newborn baby's eye. It's a rare case. It will happen when it gets a little bigger. It will take a lot of money."

"Yes, they have enough money."

Driven by Usman Aurangzeb.

"We have money. If you see any way of eye transplant, you will definitely inform us."

Noor Jahan said.

"Ok. But make it a little bigger. Otherwise we would have put her mother's eyes. You will have to contact an eye surgeon for that."

The doctor said this and disappeared from the scene.

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Jahan Ara was the lovely daughter of her parents. When Pakistan was formed in 1947. When the subcontinent was divided, her parents decided to go to Pakistan. They were going to Pakistan after emigrating. On the way, they got news that there are Sikhs in the next city. The refugees who are passing through here are cutting off their heads and throwing them. Jahan Ara's parents got scared. They took a safe way but there too the Sikhs attacked. And Jahan before Ara's eyes both his Blow the necks of the parents. And Jahan Ara was a beautiful sixteen-year-old young girl, they did not kill her, but the Sikhs violated her honor and sold her to a clan's hut. After the partition of Pakistan, many What happened to the girls who went out to migrate, they were caught on the way and then they were humiliated and sent to prisons.

"I want to go to Pakistan. Let me go."

Jahan Ara was running at the door.

" Your parents went upstairs too. Now you have to go. Sit quietly in this room and don't make any noise." The whole house has been raised on the head.

"Let me go. Killed my parents. God will never forgive."

"Which god is not a god for us prostitutes?"

After saying that, she closed the door with a knock.

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The room was full of men. Various prince were sitting. And they were sitting together drinking hukka. Jahan Ara was engrossed in dancing, all the men who were looking at her like stray dogs were enjoying her dance. They were having fun. Jahan Ara kept spinning. She kept spinning. The sounds of its curls were coming. The spinning wheel fell down. Tears were flowing in its eyes. What kind of love is this disease? She was not able to forget him. She was not able to forget Jahangir. Meanwhile, Jahangir was yearning for his memory. He had set a reward of two lac for anyone who could find Jahan Ara. But how could he find her? He didn't even have a picture of her. The whole state was busy looking for Jahan Ara. It was a burning love that was not extinguished.

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