How would you feel when one group of strangers comes knocking at your doorstep and says if you do not vacant the place in the next few hours they will kill you. Do you feel angered? Frustrated? Feel like calling the cops who are also a part of the threat or who just turn out to mere number in front of the overpowered cruelty?
Our Moon Has Blood Clots is written by a Kashmiri Pandit, Rahul Pandita. The book takes a reader on a journey where people belonging to ‘Pandits’ community are forcibly driven out of their own home, massacred, threatened, harassed, humiliated by the the miscreants belonging to the separatist movement during 1990. The Kashmir valley which is always in the tourists’ must-visit-place, witnessed a horrendous event where the pandits left their own land, their home (which was built with much hard work and sacrifices) just because the extremist wanted Kashmir cleansed from the Pandits who are often referred as ‘the infidels’.
The brutal killings were supported by the so-called neighbors of these Pandits. In the book there are instances when a common Muslim neighbor of a certain pandit family has helped the miscreants to kill the man of the house just because he did not belong to their religion. To save themselves from the massive massacre in the name of the religion and the land, the pandits have no choice other than leaving home, farms, lands, quality of life and everything behind. There are instances when one feel disgusted with the way the state authorities have silenced themselves from hearing the plight of the victims. Its like the victims are talking to a person who has showed his back and is deaf to hear anything but makes sure his presence is felt.
Kashmir, which is referred as jannat by many, is a land soaked of many innocent Kashimiri Pandit’s blood. The expose of the atrocious act which claimed many innocent lives and forced for massive exodus manifests seriousness which every person needs to understand. Despite facing such heinous events, the author still has no hatred for Kashmiri Muslims. He has not forgotten his human values which he got from his ancestors. He feels no hatred towards those who now claim his house with 23 rooms as theirs.
The book is a personal account of the events witnessed by the author but it is also and effort put forward to make sure the cries from the exodus pandits who are now refugees in their own nation are not silenced. After shifting 22 times, Rahul and his family finally shifted to Delhi. Like Rahul there are many such people who are still keeping their hopes high that one day they will be able to go back to their place which they call as their home.
Every page of has words of melancholy gripping you. You feel disgusted with the narratives of how a Kashmiri pandit is killed. You cry when Ravi, author’s cousin was brutally killed along with two of his colleagues. You want to turn your face away when a female belonging to Kashmiri pandit community is abused and molested and sold as a commodity. If you are an enthusiast of the history of Kashmir, this book is must a read.