People's Democracy(Weekly Organ of the Communist Party of India (Marxist) |
Vol. XXXVII
No. 28 July 14, 2013 |
Subhashini Ali IN the
evening of June 24, I visited the home of Akhtar Mujahid
along with members of
the CPI(M) in Jaunpur district. Akhtar’s home is in
Madiyaun, a kasba of
Jaunpur, Uttar Pradesh. We arrived in the evening,
following a darkening
sky. Just as we entered his mohalla, the rain came
pouring down and we
had to run into the narrow lane that led to his house.
Many of his
neighbours had collected to welcome us and all of us sat in
the small room in
the front of the home that he and his widowed mother shared
with his Taya
(father’s elder brother), Tayi, their son,
Shahid, his wife and
their two children. Khalid’s
uncle is an extremely dignified man who seems to have aged
because of the
burden of grief and despair that he has carried since
December, 2007 when his
nephew was suddenly picked up by an unknown group of people
in an unmarked
jeep. This occurred just fourteen days after Khalid’s
marriage. As we sat in
the small room, Khalid’s uncle told us about the day when
life as they had
known it came to a standstill for him and his extended
family. He manages
a madarsa and library in the neighbourhood and Akhtar taught
there. It is
on record that he attended to his duties on December 16,
2007 and was then
picked up and whisked away by unknown persons to an unknown
place. His cousin,
Shahid, accompanied by a large number of people, went to the
police station
immediately but his FIR was not accepted. This was
reported in several
newspapers the next day and Akhtar’s uncle and others sent
faxes to the chief
minister and others. On the 18th, the police visited
Akhtar’s house and
took away some books and papers including a copy of the
Koran. Finally,
on the 22nd evening,
the police
station in charge informed his uncle that he had been
arrested that morning
from Bara Banki. Akhtar’s
uncle said that a living nightmare for the family had
begun. When he
visited his nephew in the Bara Banki jail, there was little
said between them
but Akhtar managed to give him a small, folded piece of
paper. When he
returned home, he read the letter which spoke of
indescribable torture and
abuse. The fond uncle could not sleep that night or
many nights that
followed. Within a
fortnight of Akhtar’s arrest, his wife’s family came to take
her away.
His uncle said that the whole family wept as they saw the
same vehicle being
loaded with all the belongings that the young bride had
brought them in to
their house just a month earlier. She left never to
return. The long
battle for justice was joined. Another young man,
Tariq Qasmi from
Azamgarh, had also been picked up on December 16 and then
shown to have been
arrested with Akhtar in Bara Banki. After his
abduction, members of a
local political group had sat on a dharna in Akhtar’s
uncles travails, therefore, yielded nothing but took a toll
on his
health. He suffered a major heart attack a year ago
and was not able to
meet his nephew in jail for many months. He remembers
the last time that
he met him about four months ago. Akhtar had given up
hope on that
occasion. On June 18,
2013, Akhtar was taken to the Faizabad district court from Akhtar’s
uncle told us that he reached Bara Banki in a matter of a
couple of hours and
was able to shoot a video of his nephew’s body before the
post mortem. He
showed us the cd on a laptop. Akhtar’s face was
swollen and there was dry
blood near his nose and ear. His fingernails were
blackish. His
back showed marks of severe beating and there was a large
bruise on one
side. After seeing the video, it did not seem credible
that he died a
natural death. His post mortem report says – Cause of
death, uncertain. We could not
but agree with Akhtar’s uncle that an inhumane State was
responsible for the
young man’s death in custody. Had it responded to the
Nimesh
Commissions’s recommendations, Akhtar would have been
released or at least
granted bail and would have been alive today. Akhtar’s
uncle then took me to meet Akhtar’s wife and mother.
How can one describe
his mother’s inconsolable grief and unending sorrow.
But her quiet
dignity in the midst of such tragedy was
heart-rending. She told me that
she had gone to visit her son once in the jail with her
sister-in-law and he
had told her that while the world was very cruel, he hoped
that in the Next
world he would find happiness and justice.