Ghaddar (Traitor) Novel:- Book Review
The book Ghaddar{traitor} novel was written by Krishan Chander.
Krishan Chander was a great reader and writer who wrote many novels and films.
Krishan Chander started reading novels when he was studying in 8th class and also he learned many novels and other books. He wrote many books in Urdu language. He retained 5 stars in Urdu language. Among his most prominent write-ups, Ghaddar is very famous.
As I read the novel Ghaddar, I got much information about the war between Muslims and Hindus. In the novel, the main character is Bej Nata Singh. The novel depicts that the war was waged between Muslims and Hindus war during the partition of India and Pakistan. Initially, the Muslims started fighting against the Hindus community. The man Bej Nata Singh calmly stopped at his home in Lalai Colony. On 5th August Muslims started attacking the Hindu community. Bej Nata Singh requested his family members that the Muslims were attacking the Hindus. It was better they had escaped from there. Thus all his family members acknowledged his opinion except his grandma because she could not hear him. When she told, she reluctantly argued that we have lived with Muslim brotherly how would they kill us. simultaneously some attackers entered into Hindu community area and began attacking Hindus. Unfortunately, his grandma was killed by them and also they raped many girls.
Bej Nata Singh got success running from his home. when his bitch saw him running she followed him. When he glanced at bitch, asked it surprisingly that you are a bitch, not a human that they would kill you. You are neither a Hindu nor a Muslim one might kill you. Go back, don’t follow me.
As Bej Nata Singh reached near the bridge where the Hindu community got distributed to India and the Muslim community came to Pakistan. He saw his brother and sister-in-law ask them, other siblings. They replied that they had taken his sister with them. Listening to this Bej Nata Singh got angry, so he came back to take the vengeance of his sister.
He saw some boys are teasing a Muslim girl and raping her. When he heard the shouts of her, he couldn’t bear it and he turned back from that way. He joined a Hindu caravan where he saw everyone was yelled from fear. After joining them he saw a man his name was Bolo who said to him that he should join his group and fight against Muslims but he denied them. Bolo said to him that if your father were killed, would you become silent? He answered that he was with them. He was ready for fighting. many boys gathered for attacking Muslims. After traveling they reached Depo there was more than 500 man who was ready to fight. He was given a horse and a sword. In this way, they went fighting in Daki Mode where many dead bodies were falling on the sand and many Muslims were migrating to Pakistan. They did not leave the opportunity to go in, successfully they attacked them and killed many Muslims. On battleground Bej Nata Singh saw an old man who was running fast with his child, he caught him, so the old man started crying and pleaded for forgiveness. But Bej Nata Singh got reminded of his father who was seen by Bolo while being killed, thence, he killed him. As they stepped back from Daki at night time Bej Nata Singh could not sleep whenever he tried to sleep, he remembered his father and that old man.
The child was a Muslim, he asked himself should I kill him, he motivated himself that well I will kill him, so he started running. As he reached the beach, he started asking himself where should I go, Bej Nata? There is a storm of common masses if I run, where should I go? Now I am neither part of Pakistan or India. Both the countries do not accept me. Here has no humanity and where can I go with this child? Finally, he thought that his destination is humanity which would be achieved one day. that day will come. I have to wait and stay alive and the child should be with me. They will sniff at me and spit on me and turn away from hatred, but I have to drink this poison and carry the torch of human dignity from my chest to my destination? The child looked at me in astonishment and asked. So who is it, “I am your uncle.” Uncle? Frightened, the boy asked: “Will you give me some bread? Yes, I will give you some bread too. I said in a voice full of it, ‘Bread that we both have in common. From there until then, is Ruti Chak Tutun? I lifted the baby up with both hands and kissed his cheeks, kissed his forehead, and sat him on my shoulder, and walked towards this valley of hope where the sun does not set.