On 13th august, 1947, it was 4 a.m and the sun was ready to spread its warmth and all that could be heard was,”Find them and kill them.” Villages were being burnt, complete families were being butchered. Everywhere the cries could be heard. Men and women being taken away from their houses by the mobs and trucks full of corpses, rowdy mobs, flashing swords with only the madness to kill each other in their minds were passing by.
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