What the communal riots in Delhi have left behind are not just a list of casualties, a litany of woes or charred ruins. What lies trampled underfoot is common decency of people and the taken-for-granted trust that holds communities and lives together. These riot victims had their lives fractured, some beyond repair. A year on, a few of them try to cope with iron resolve and an expectation of 바카라justice바카라. Others straggle on painfully, with reduced reserves of goodwill and hope in their souls.
Through A Mirror Broken
A year after the deadly disruption of the Delhi riots, 52-year-old Mohammed Wakeel has been picking up the scattered pieces of his life. On February 14, Wakeel and his family moved into their reconstructed house in Northeast Delhi바카라s Shiv Vihar. Their old home was vandalised, then torched, in the riots that killed 53 people and injured hundreds. A distraught Wakeel recalls how his world plunged into darkness when a bloodthirsty mob threw acid on his face that left him blind. It was the beginning of a Golgotha for Wakeel, who used to run a grocery store in Shiv Vihar, an epicentre of the bloodshed. On that day, as a violent mob raged, Wakeel was looking down from the balcony to find a safe exit for his children and wife. 바카라It was dark; suddenly, someone threw acid on my face and body. It all happened in seconds,바카라 Wakeel says.
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They found refuge in the nearby Madina Majid which, too, wasn바카라t spared. 바카라They torched and looted the masjid. Scared for our lives, I suffered excruciating pain in silence. We had to wait till 4 in the morning to go to a hospital,바카라 he says. Though the Delhi government has provided compensation for Waqeel바카라s treatment, there is little hope. 바카라I have lost the most precious thing in life,바카라 he despairs. Though their house was burnt and looted, Wakeel바카라s wife Mumtaz Begum says that they haven바카라t lodged a complaint. 바카라We don바카라t harbour anger or contempt for anyone바카라 she says simply. The police, too, looked the other way.
With NGOs pitching in for the rebuilding of their house and shop, the family is getting life back on track, she says. The one sediment the riots left behind are the new iron gates straddling the thickly populated lanes of Shiv Vihar, meant, ostensibly, to bar 바카라outsiders바카라. In a mixed neighbourhood of Muslims and Hindus, what troubles the family most is the mistrust that the traumatic events have spawned. 바카라The mohabbat between Hindus and Muslims is gone. We don바카라t even talk to each other. When all this happened, no help came from our Hindu neighbours,바카라 says Mumtaz.
The Day Friends Turned Foes
Till last year, Bhai Sahab, aka Lala, used to hang around mostly with Muslim friends in his locality, close to Mustafabad in Northeast Delhi. That was then, across a gulf of time, suffering and suspicion. Everything changed since February 24 last year, after riots came to the area. Though tensions were running high in the locality that day on account of the communal conflict elsewhere in Delhi, Sahab and his friends were confident enough to venture out in their old stomping grounds. It was a rude shock, then, to Sahab after he and his friends were brutally beaten up by acquaintances and friends in the neighbourhood. 바카라We were beaten up so badly that they thought that I am dead. I was bleeding profusely and lay unconscious for two hours,바카라 says the 27-year-old.
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Sahab says that though he has filed a case against 15 people he knows who were behind the crime, the police are yet to take action. 바카라The perpetrators have bribed the police. So they haven바카라t been arrested yet,바카라 he says. Inevitably, the attack has impacted his livelihood, says Sahab, who drives a taxi in Gurgaon. 바카라I only got Rs 5000 as compensation,바카라 he says.
He says the riots have created a trust deficit among Hindu and Muslim communities. 바카라Earlier, Muslims and Hindus used to be good friends, but now no one trusts the other. I am afraid to go out with them.바카라
Living On In The Embers Of Trauma
A year after the riots, 42-year-old Mohammed Anish patiently weaves a new start to his life. 바카라I consider myself lucky that our lives have been saved,바카라 says Anish, who lost his house, shop, and belongings in the maelstrom of violence. Anish and his wife is yet to recover from the shock of the mayhem they witnessed on the evening of February 25, when fear, panic, then havoc ransacked the streets of Shiv Vihar, where he has spent 30 years of his life. Houses were torched and plundered, rioters and their prey ran amok, he remembers with a shudder.
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바카라The street was burning. The mob used gas cylinders to blow up all houses in the area. It still turns my blood cold,바카라 says Anish, a plumber. Though Anish and his family took refuge with a relative, they were in for a shock when they returned after three days. 바카라There was nothing left. My shop and house were looted and burnt down. My life바카라s savings were reduced to dust and smoke,바카라 he says.
The family moved to a rented accommodation after spending a month in a relief camp built by the Delhi government. With the pandemic-induced disruption dealing another blow to riot victims, challenges kept mounting, he says. 바카라I have been out of work for almost a year. Though the government promised compensation, we are yet to get anything. Had it not been for NGOs, we would have been dead by now,바카라 says Anish. Though his house and shop are being rebuilt with the help of an NGO, Anish says that his wife and children are still not ready to return. 바카라My family is yet to come out of the trauma. Our life is still not back on track.바카라
A Long, Festering Wound
Last year바카라s Diwali broke dark and joyless for Shaukat Ali, who missed the company of his neighbourhood friends in Northeast Delhi바카라s Babu Nagar. 바카라Last year바카라s riots have cast a shadow on festivals. Earlier, we used to celebrate together with Hindu friends. I have lost my childhood friends. There is no communication between the two communities now,바카라 says the 48-year-old. 바카라Wounds in the mind and body are deep, and it will take long to heal,바카라 says Shaukat, who survived a bullet wound during the sporadic violence that shook the area.
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Shaukat was hit by a bullet on the evening of February 25, while returning from his sister-in-law바카라s place close by. 바카라I felt something hit my left thigh and fell unconscious. I woke up at the hospital,바카라 says the father of three. Shoddy medical treatment at the Lok Nayak Jai Prakash (LNJP) Hospital made the recovery process slow, he says. 바카라After removing the bullet, the doctor didn바카라t even stitch the wound,바카라 he alleges. 바카라The Delhi government gave a paltry Rs 20,000 as compensation, whereas I had to spend lakhs for the treatment.바카라
The injury has derailed his work too, says Shaukat, a casual worker with water cooler plants. As his job involves hard labour, he now has shifted to Bijnor in search of job prospects. 바카라Because of the injury, I can바카라t work like before. I am the breadwinner of the family and I have three college-going children,바카라 he says.
He Offered To Protect Others From Danger
바카라My son would have turned 23 on March 3,바카라 sighs Agaaz Hussain, father of Ashfaq, who was killed during the Northeast Delhi riots. While rummaging through Ashfaq바카라s belongings the other day, his father stumbled upon a music card that Ashfaq made for his friend Amir. 바카라My son was good at everything. He was into music; he had a Youtube channel,바카라 says Hussain, fighting back tears. Ashfaq, who ran an electrical shop in Chand Bagh, married on Valentine바카라s Day 2020; eleven days later, his life was snuffed out.
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Life has been altered inextricably, says Ashfaq바카라s mother. Her son, she recalls, had gone to work after he received a call on February 25. 바카라We asked him not to go that day.바카라 Later, the family was informed that Ashfaq was killed in Brijpuri, not far from his home in Mustafabad. 바카라He was dead by the time we reached the hospital. Doctors told us that he was shot. But the FIR says he was beaten up,바카라 says the grieving father. Though the family received compensation, it was claimed by his wife, as per rules. 바카라His wife lives with her parents. I only pray that my son바카라s soul rests in peace. Nothing can replace his loss,바카라 says Agaaz, a vegetable vendor. He remembers with sad irony how Ashfaq went around, as the atmosphere became taut with tension, asking people not to venture out. 바카라It was the day he died. Before leaving for work, he asked everyone to be alert and to contact him if they needed anything.바카라
Yet Agaaz dissents with the view that the riots have opened faultlines between the communities. 바카라It was mostly Hindus who came to my house to grieve my son바카라s death. There is no difference between Hindus or Muslims. It바카라s the enemies of the country who are creating trouble,바카라 he says. Though Agaaz is in the dark about the police probe, he wants justice for his son. 바카라I am sure my son will get justice,바카라 he says firmly. Ashfaq바카라s elder brother Abbas doesn바카라t share his optimism. 바카라Though the doctors have told us that he was shot dead, the narrative has changed. I have no trust in the system,바카라 he says.
Memories Of Orphans
Seven-month-old Alima giggles, and gurgles, in mother Shabeena바카라s lap, oblivious of her unbearable pain. Crying softly, Shabeena laments that the infant will never meet her father Amir Ali, who was killed in the riots before she was born. As Delhi marks the first anniversary of the communal riots, Shabeena thinks about Amir, 30, a taxi-driver and his brother Hashim,19, a tailor, who were killed by a violent mob in Northeast Delhi바카라s Mustafabad. Yet, the storm broke without warning바카라when Ali and Hashim left home to meet their ailing grandmother in Ghaziabad, no portent had troubled Shabeena, six months pregnant then, that she might never see them again. It was three days before the riots began.
The couple바카라s other children, Alpisha, 6, and Anisha, 5, have come to terms with their loss. 바카라Now they understand that Abba won바카라t come back,바카라 says Shabeena. A year has done little to console Amir바카라s father Babu Khan. He says he relives the memories of his sons through the grandchildren. 바카라No parent can bear the loss of two children. The grandchildren are my only solace,바카라 says the 60-year-old. A familiar mixture of disbelief and horror colours his emotions: Hindus and Muslims have been living cheek-by-jowl for decades here; that this has happened is unthinkable. With nagging health issues and a large, extended family to fend for, Babu stares at a limbo. Compensation from the Delhi government can only go so far. 바카라I thought my children will support me at my old age,바카라 he murmurs. Their mother Asghari repeats the fact that when her sons called her last on February 26, they were only five minutes away from home. 바카라The police fished out their bodies from a nearby drain. We have not been able to sleep for a year now,바카라 she mumbles between sobs. Babu says the sight of his sons바카라 bruised, lacerated bodies at the hospital haunts him still. 바카라We need justice,바카라 he says firmly.
Text by Preetha Nair. Photographs by Suresh K. Pandey
