A guy named
kooke Perray from Hegin village in north Kashmiri, in the early seventies in
his boyhood he used to be a Kashmiri folk singer (Bucche kot) and the after the
rise of militancy in the late eighties he joined the armed struggle against India
and became a militant, his true aim was not to fight for the struggle of
freedom but it actually was to loot the common man and to capture wealth by the
exertion of force and he was successful in vandalizing and destruction of
common man. In short he was sleazy savage who was recklessly killing, robbing vandalizing
and inflicting the common man.
In eighties
he surrendered as a militant and was prisoned for some time, the real story
starts from that time when he was released from the jail he was actually hired
by the Indian intelligence and he was made the leader of Akhwan a new armed
group, they could also be called Hired Indian mercenaries. He further hired
pick pockets, gondas, hicks, goons and ex-militants, you can say people with
bad record were made to join this group; this group of goons were empowered by Indian
army lots of funds where spend on them, they were provided with sophisticated machine
guns and AK’s.
Within a
short span of time they gained popularity they started crack downing villages,
hamlets and cities and started taking extortion money, people were kidnaped,
suddenly crime against women and molestation expedited within no time. They used
to beat innocents whether you are a young man, kid, women or an elderly person
you can’t save yourself from getting beaten up by them.
In those days of
Akhwanian era I used to be a primary school boy, I am writing this blog post
because sour memories of my childhood are still excruciating and haunting me
and same is the case with every boy who has lived during that phase.
I remember
during the years of nineties when I used to be a kid, and in those days when
you suddenly hear the sound of knocking at the door in the middle of the night
and suddenly your heart will start beating faster you will just try to ignore
the consequences of opening the door, but waves of fear starting from the heart
will grip your entire body and you your breathing will suddenly come to an halt
as if some on have strangled you.
In those days when somebody knocked at your door in the
middle of the night, there are three probabilities. The first being there could
be a militant asking for some food and shelter for few days the second
probability can be they might be army for some search operation and the third
probability is that they might be deceived and barbarous Akhwan mercenaries coming
to loot some money and for vandalisation, people didn’t feared from that much
from army and militants because they knew that their job is mission specific
and they would not harm the common man, but the Akhwanies were not mission
specific they could do whatever they wanted depending upon their mood, they can
beat you up, they can take your valuables, they can burn property and even they
may kill or torture you without any fault or reason.
There era continued for few more years when true militants
came to know about their mischievous activities they started killing them with
no mercy in couple of years most of them were killed. I remember a guy who was
a true mujahidin he tricked the Akhwanies and joined their group as a member. One
night when all the members of group were sleeping he killed them all and few
years later their leader was killed by militants when he was travelling in the
car and hence the Akhwanian era came to an end, but that nightmare has left a permanent
scar in the memory of kashmiries and that scar can never be healed.
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