Have your parents, grandparents or others told you any interesting stories from the past? Please share!
I really wish I was living close to my grandparents, I would love to ask them questions specifically about the times of partition. I know my nani jan has met with Fatimah Jinnah, for example, and I want to know more about that. Even the not so historic stories my mother sometimes tells me, I find them all so fascinating!
Okay...none of my grandparents migrated from India so don't have any stories but they told us about the treasures found in havelis of hindus who fled for India from Lahore. People found *daigain *full of gold in mandirs and hindu houses.
My dada didnt migrate but my nana & nani did…
Both have lovely stories …
specially nanajaan 'cuz he travelled around a lot when he was young & those are realll interesting stories
But too long to write:bummer:
Okay, I remembered one that i was told. Soon after partition they had settled in somewhat (in Karachi) , but tension was still running very high. One day there was some kind of riot and a mob was chasing someone because he was a Hindu. My daddi saw this and took the man in and he ran upstairs. The mob came to the house and my Daddi stood on the steps and told them, if you want him, you have to go through me first. Brave woman, bless her soul. They left then.
No the government took everything in their possession. In my dada’s village there was a mandir with gold half moon on top of it…it got stolen (after partition). The village was named after a sikh. This is near Rawalpindi.
In Lahore, there’s a hindu haveli my relatives own and they have often seen a snake there. People believe there’s a treasure burried somewhere in the haveli and snakes guard that treasure.
My daadi told us some amazing stories of partition and during the 1965 wars.
She remembered how during the times of war, people used to gather what they had and donated what they had. Women would cook loads of food and then gave it to all the brave soldiers.
My nani said she cried for a good half an hour post partition (she was only 8 years then) because she wanted to donate blood at these portable blood camps set in the refugee areas but the health workers there said she was too young to do so
She sat outside the camp moping for two hours when one of the health care aunties (as she called her) came and asked her to help her with sorting some of the supplies and arrange stuff for them and she was so happy
A random story… dadi ma told us there was no electricity in their village when she was growing up… the way they used to “iron” clothes was to fold them and place them under a pillow overnight and voila wrinkle free clothes!