Peoples died in a communal riot were on the way to the other world.
They were in a rook; Peoples from both communities were in same rook. Unfortunately I was also there with them, I was died at the same place while helping the victims.
First man: “I will get heaven, I killed three from others, and our God will take me to heaven.”
Second Man: “I too get heaven, I killed five of you. My God is kind; he must have reserved a place for me.”
Looking at me, the first man, “You look like our brother, how many of them died by your hand..?”
Second Man: “No, no he look like ours, I think you killed many of them my brother.”
With a smile I replied, sorry brothers I’m not a follower of you both. And I’m not a believer of any religion.
“Then how you killed there”, they asked together.
I was helping some innocent peoples to escape from that field.
“Oh that is good, but man, while helping them did you remembered the God, who gave you the power to help them..?”
No, I was thinking how to make them safe.
“Oh man, you did something good, but you forgot our God, so no use of it.
You will get HELL no Doubt. Still there is chance, believe in our God”, both of them said the same.
In which? Yours or Yours..? , I asked them.
Ours, ours they started again.
I jumped out of the rook, and returned to my burial place….
Deepak…..
