Chapter 5: Back Story 3 (True Story)

"Kifayatuallah Khan Kafi was perhaps a more strange guy." Molana Kafi first time before anyone gives the Fatwa for the war against Britishers.

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British soldiers playing pool with highest ranking officer:

"Sir! There has been a problem......there is a Muslim guy who has recently given a fatwa against us. He seems wanting to have our rule demolished!" Highest ranking officer serving the ball.

"There is no problem? It's just a pol in a land, we want to draw the road, it's our land, cut the pole off."

The soldier holding on to the stick in waist coat back to the other table in the room signs looking down.

"Kafi was first taken into custody they took him to a field and tied his friends scholars to the canons and then the canons were fired with his friends bodies flying in air torn into pieces...."

"I have seen footage back there...."

"Yes, they took pictures. Huh! So, he was told that he will be released with no further charges if he just takes the fatwa back but...."

Kafi "I will not take it back! I entered in Islam not to quit but to stand for when they need me."

"And there goes Kafi, he was abused and tortured. I was literally shaken by the torture on him. I could barely be looking at him!"

Kafi, his cloths taken off and a huge hot iron like old times was put on his bare body.

"I was about to scream but he didn't. I was given the duty to pursue the command and I waited untile he gives up but he didn't and the iron went on all of his body then.....huh! Spices were poured in his cuts still he kept on resisting but I could not hear a scream. Then we gave up and after all that we left him for one night to relax and there it is believed he saw his Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) in his dream, he said to his Prophet if I knew this all would get me through the veils like this, I would have been arrested long ago and in the morning after all that torture."

Kafi fully ready with his suit and turban and was wearing that eye-makeup, the surma and moving to his death was smiling with back straight.

"I went to him and asked what have you been so busy in getting ready for? Look at that it's your death right here. Are you not scared? And he replied."

"The one who must be scared for whom nothing lies after death for me my Prophet is waiting for me."

"He told not to pull lever until he finished his poetry in the glory of his Prophet and his companions and finally he was too hanged to death."

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