
Turning the pages, we witness the fairly peaceful lives of the villagers in Mano Majra impacted by the traumatic events of the national conflict. The Muslim villagers in Mano Majra are forced by the government to leave everything they know to get across the border to Pakistan safety. Trains back and forth over the border often arrived packed full of dead bodies- as a signal to the other side. This only fueled more retaliation for the conflict.
The book’s ending reminded me of a well known saying that my parents used to tell me in reference to Nazi Germany that went something like this:
First, they knocked on my door asking for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I was not Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak up for me.
My friends and I did not agree on the final scene in the book, where they say Jugga (the village troublemaker) saves the train full of Muslims (including his pregnant girlfriend) that is about to be derailed before getting to safety across the border to Pakistan. I actually think the author never quite tells us who gave their life to ensure that the train got across safely. It left room for us to reexamine each character’s internal battle to stand up for what was right and also to draw parallels with our own lives. We all have it in us. Which of us would actually do it?
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ReplyDeleteThanks, Charles! Pastor Martin Niemoller certainly had a powerful impression on the way people think about this.
ReplyDeleteI was reading another book this week called A Fine Balance and the essence of that quote came up again when a Hindu militia came for the only Muslim family on the street and they were able to narrowly escape because of two Hindu tailor apprentices telling them no one was Muslim. Crazy world we live in.