CHAPTER 60
Rahim is Laxman
Maula Kajuthin was brought in. Rahim looked
at his father. “Salam vale kum.”
Maula was very angry. “Who wants you wishes? I brought
you up as my own son thinking that you will become a big Maula one day and give
peace to the world. Instead you have given only terror.”
He stared at Rahim.
Rahim stared at Maula silently.
Maula took out the Quran and pointed to it. “Show me
where it is written that one should do anti-national deeds. You have read the
Quran many times and become a big scholar. But actually you never understood
Quran. You are just an anti-national.”
Rahim stared at his father.
Maula kept Quran in front of him. “Read the Quran now.
Show me where it is written that you should do anti-national deeds.”
Rahim cried. “No appajan. It is not written anywhere
in Quran.”
Maula asked, “Then why did you do such things?”
Rahim said, “Appajan, when I was studying at
Noor-E-Salam, my room mates told me that Islam was in danger. They gave me
books to read. They showed me CDs and convinced me that I have to save Islam.”
Ram said, “Yes. They spoilt your head showing you CDs
on Jihad. But just watch how innocent people are dying because of what you have
done.”
He put the CDs and showed him people suffering in the
bomb blast in Hyderabad main bazaar. One child was crying near the dead bodies
of her parents.
Maula asked, “What do you say now? What answer can you
gave to that small child whom you had made an orphan? Can you give her back her
parents? See that mother crying over the dead body of her son.”
Mother on CD said, “I washed dishes in many houses to
make him an engineer. Now I have no one.”
Maula asked, “What answer will your terrorism give to
that lady? What sin have these innocent people done to suffer like this?”
Rahim was shocked. He put his hand on his head. “Appajan,
please forgive me.”
Maula approached him. “When there was commotion in the
bazaar, someone left you in the Masjid. You were just 3 years old. I thought
Allah gave you to me and brought you up as my own son. We gave you more love
than to our own children thinking that you were Allah’s gift. My elder son is
in the army fighting for the nation. I am proud of him. What about you? I
thought you were in Mecca preaching to thousands of people. Instead of
spreading peace, you became a terrorist.”
Rahim pleaded with folded hands. “Appajan please
forgive me.”
Maula said angrily, “Don’t call me Appajan. You are
not my son. An anti national cannot be my son.”
Srilaxmi approached Rahim. “Didn’t I tell you? You are
my son Laxman.”
She caressed his head and hugged him. “It is the game
of fate. I will excuse you.”
Ram said, “You may excuse this anti-national but
Indians who died because of him will never forgive him. My wife, my sister and
my father died because of him. He has killed his own sister, his own
sister-in-law and his own father. How can you forgive him?”
Rahim looked at Ram. “I am not asking you to forgive
me. I know that there is no forgiveness in Islam for what I had done.”
Aslam said, “Not just in Islam, there was no
forgiveness for you anywhere in this country. I would hang you in Red fort.”
Rahim got up and put his hands up. He approached
Aslam. “Come on. Kill me.”
Aslam was silent.
Rahim said, “If you are a true Muslim, kill me.”
Aslam said, “We will not kill you so easily. We have to
first make you talk. There is so much information to get from you. We will
arrest all your men and hang them in front of you.”
Rahim approached Ram. “Very soon there will be an
attack on the Parliament. My plan will be in action. 80% of the plan is ready.
They are just waiting for my signal. The explosion is ready to go off in one
hour.”
Rahim took up his cell.
Ram put a gun at his head. “Postpone everything for
one more day.”
Rahim said, “I am doing just that. I am trying to
cancel the action somehow.”
Rahim called Gilani. “Wait till tomorrow for my
orders.”
Gilani said, “Forgive me Maulasab. Everything is ready
and in movement. Human bombs are packed in 2 wings. Pakistan ISI has taken
over.”
Rahim was shocked. “What are you saying? How can
things move without my order?”
Gilani said, “Please speak to ISI chief.”
ISI chief said on phone. “Mr. Rahim, do you know one
thing? Commando Ram is already in Delhi. We cannot succeed if he is around. So
we are acting quickly before things fail. The blast will take place in ½ an
hour.”
The phone was switched off.
Rahim became desperate. “Things have gone out of our
hands. But I have a plan. I will control from one side and you control from the
other. We have to protect the parliament, the heart of India. It is my plan so
I only can cancel it to save India.”
Ram bit his teeth with anger.
Rahim put his hand on Quran. “Please trust me. My life
is Islam. Quran is my most precious book. After I have promised on this book, I
will sacrifice my life to fulfil it. After India is safe, don’t allow me to
breathe even for a minute more. For the anti-national deeds I have done, you
cut my body to pieces.”
Maula approached Rahim. “You have put your hand on
Quran. I know Islam is your life and breathe.”
He looked at Ram. “Ram, we have to protect the
parliament. I know Rahim very well. Those Pakistanis might have poisoned his
mind and made him lose the right path. But he will not tell lies. I promise
that once the job is done, I will not leave him to survive. I myself will kill
him.”
Ram said, “Nobody needs to kill him. After this job,
law will take its own course.”
