Read me, Who am I?
Article (70) In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
Read me - I
I am not a slogan, not an accusation, not a temporary noise. I am the voice of this land called Bharat. I am the fragrance of this soil in which colors, languages, beliefs, and civilizations have mingled for centuries to become the identity of humanity.
To read me, you need a perspective of justice, not prejudice. Because I am not a question, but a living reality.
I am a resident of this great Mahan Bharat where brotherhood was not just a concept, but a living reality.
This is the land in whose lap is the symbol of love like the Taj Mahal, where the Red Fort is the call of history,
where Qutub Minar is a symbol of intellectual height. This was the "Golden Bird" on which when the British made an impure occupation, the honorable sons of every religion, every nation, and every class of this land sacrificed their lives to liberate it.
This freedom is not the fiefdom of any one religion, but the fruit of the collective sacrifices of all.
That is why after independence, the real identity of Bharat became that here people, regardless of religion and nation, shared each other's joys and sorrows.
Whether it was Diwali or Eid, everyone had a smile. Despite differences, there was respect, despite diversity, there was unity. This was our strength, this was our identity—and this did not allow the enemy to look at us with greedy eyes.
But today the heart is forced to ask this question:
Alas! Whose evil eye has befallen our beautiful Ganga-Jamuni brotherhood?
Today we feel fear and uncertainty in our own country. Today our religious identity is viewed with suspicion. We are labeled as traitors, our Sharia is interfered with, bulldozers run on our homes, we are killed by mobs,
and in the name of media, Islam and Muslims are constantly put in the dock. This is not just an emotional complaint, but a serious national question. Because Bharat is not just a piece of land - it is a promise:
A promise of the Constitution, a promise of justice, a promise of equality and freedom. We do not demand, we remind of the Constitution.
We do not want rebellion, we want equality. We do not ask for separation, we ask for the right to inclusion. Because a nation that divides its own citizens on the basis of suspicion does not need an enemy - it becomes a threat to itself. This fact cannot be forgotten that Muslims are not guests in this country, but fellow travelers.
Our mosques, our language, our civilization—have grown up in this soil. Whether it is our sacrifices in the army or our hard work in the fields, our services in the courts or our efforts in the educational field - our existence is connected to the development of Bharat everywhere.
We can be pushed against the wall, but we cannot be erased. There may be an attempt to silence us, but our truth is not dumb. We will teach our children history, not hatred;
We will teach justice, not revenge; and we will hand them reason, not swords.
In the shadow of this history and this constitutional promise, we announce today:
We are not traitors.
This country was ours, is ours, and will remain ours.
We kiss the footprints of our martyrs,
and even today, if the time comes, we will offer a sacrifice of blood for this land.
We will not tolerate any external enemy
nor any internal hateful sectarian who wants to make us fight among ourselves.
Listen: O Motherland!
You be a witness - we are from you and you are from us.
No mother separates her own child from herself, and we cannot be separated from you either.
We are silent, but not insensitive.
We are wounded, but not broken.
We are a minority, but not weak.
Read me, recognize me-
I am the name of love against hatred,
I am the voice of unity against division,
I am the soul of that Bharat which belonged to everyone, belongs to everyone, and will belong to everyone.
We are Bharat. And Bharat is from us.
O Allah!
Make this country a cradle of peace, justice, and mutual respect.
Erase hatred from hearts, grant the light of truth and wisdom.
Unite us in the bond of humanity
and grant our future generations hope, not fear. Amen, O Lord of the Worlds.
By Qalam Mahmoodulbari
mahmoodulbari342@gmail.com