Sunday, August 14, 2022
Islamabad (Urdu Point. DW Urdu. August 14, 2022) The story of Muhammad Rafi Baidel is a unique and interesting story of the love of thousands of Muslims for the soil of their homeland, who apparently wanted their homeland instead of a prosperous life of comfort and luxury. I like to be alone.
Muhammad Rafi, who lived in the historic Jama Masjid area of Old Delhi, was also fond of poetry.
Along with Bedel's pseudonym, his speech is also present. Muhammad Rafi Baidel's father, who belonged to the Punjabi community by trade, had a big yarn business. After partition, when riots broke out, he moved to Pakistan. His other brothers and family also migrated to Pakistan. But Mohammad Rafi Baidel's heart stopped in India.
Muhammad Rafi Baidal's son journalist and writer Taha Naseem says, “My grandfather suddenly closed his factory and told the employees that I am going to Pakistan.
My father opposed it. My father said, "I will not leave my homeland."
According to Taha Naseem, "After my grandfather left, my father's brothers forced him to go to Pakistan too." Dad was very excited and was ready to walk. He was so sad that he didn't even close the fan of his sitting room when he left, just bolted the door and walked towards the old fort, from where the trains used to go to Pakistan.
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But Mohammad Rafi Baidel's heart was fixed in Delhi. Taha Naseem says that at that time there used to be a steam engine train, “Dad was standing at the door, as soon as the train started to pick up speed, he jumped off the train and went to his seat in Old Delhi's Tilak Bazar. Reached.
The beginning of the tribulation period
Taha Naseem says that the grandfather had already sold the shops at a low price, "To put pressure on my father to migrate, the houses were not even named in my father's name."
The result was that whatever property there was went to the custodian. Only one house remained, in which he lived.
Muhammad Rafi Baidal had to work hard to support his wife and children. At one time, dozens of people were employed here, but circumstances forced them to employ others. According to Taha Naseem, her mother, who is still a Bahayat, says that her father used to go to Faridabad, 50 kilometers away for a job of Rs 150, and walk from home to the bus station to save 25 paise on a rickshaw.
"I love the soil of my country"
Rafi Baidel's father made another attempt to bring him to Pakistan. I have sent the news that a house of 1500 yards has been bought for you. Also sent the plane ticket. Taha Naseem says, "My father went to Karachi on his father's order, but he returned after only 16 days and said that he will stay in Delhi."
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After the death of the father, the grandmother wrote a letter to the mother that now take the children and come to Pakistan. But the mother said, “When my husband refuses, I cannot go either.” Mohammad Rafi Baidal died in 1972 and is buried in the Punjabi community graveyard of Sudipora.
'We are happy in India'
Taha Naseem's relatives live in Karachi and his Taya and Tayazad own several shops in Jodia Bazaar and have a huge business.
But Mohammad Rafi Baidel never regretted his decision. Taha Naseem has gone to Karachi several times to meet his relatives.
What is their impression about Pakistan? In response to this, he narrates a famous incident, "When the respected religious scholar Qari Muhammad Tayyib of Darul Uloom Deoband went to Pakistan saying that an Islamic state has been established, so I will go there, despite the prohibition of millions of people." But only after six months I called Maulana Hussain Ahmad Madani, president of Jamiat Ulema Hind, to call me back.
When he was asked what happened in the end? Qari Tayyab's answer was that in Pakistan only the world is the world, I left religion in India. Taha Naseem says, "This is my impression too."
Author of several books and journalist Taha Naseem believes that it is true that the situation in India today is not satisfactory. There are many problems and difficulties in front of Muslims, but this nation has gone through many tests. According to him, it is not easy to break the social fabric of India and after every dark night, morning comes.
