Khol Do By Manto In Urdu Pdf

KHOL DO MANTO PDF - Saadat Hasan Manto was a prolific writer of Urdu short story. He was a journalist, literary critic, screenplay writer, play writer, and a. Mirza commented on THANDA GOSHT and KHOL DO by Saadat Hasan Manto ‘Khol do' a very disturbing story,it takes your faith away from humanity,Sakina's plight can be understood from the title.I just wish it was not a true story E-mail: mazhar.ali.beg@gmail.com.

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Khol Do ~ کھول دو has 23 ratings and 3 reviews: Paperback. sA'ADAt HAsAN mANto. Open It!*. The special train left Amritsar at two in the afternoon, taking eight hours to reach Mughalpura. Quite a few passengers were . Saadat Hasan Manto () was a prolific writer of Urdu short story. He was a journalist, literary critic, screenplay writer, play writer, and a.

The eight young volunteers comforted her, sat her in their lorry and gave her food and milk.

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Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Jan 19, Rajni Sahota rated it really liked it. It leaves you feeling a bit unnerved. He was lying on bare ground, surrounded by screaming men, women and children. Hassan added it Dec 16, Volume 2 By Vidyun Sabhaney. Want to Read Currently Reading Ohol.

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Ten days passed, but Sakina was not to be found. Suhaib Asif rated it it was amazing Sep 16, He wished he could weep but tears would not come.

Lists with This Book. All his time was spent running from camp to camp looking for her. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Her hands groped for the cord which kept her salwar tied around her waist.

Bh doctor broke into a cold sweat. The Partition Of Punjab: They had a lorry and guns and said they would help him. Total confusion prevailed, with people looking for lost sons, mothers, wives.

But unlike many others, Manto does not see the perpetrators as Hindu or Muslim, Hindustanis or Pakistanis, he just sees and depicts them as human beings with all their wilderness and barbarity.

To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: One of the most celebrated of these is Saadat Hasan Manto, whose short stories represented the overarching societal breakdown in the Partition, that resulted in widespread massacres and rapes across Punjab, Bengal, and other parts of North India. You can tweet me ganeshdhamodkar for quick reply.

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Faiza rated it really liked it Sep 13, Many days had gone kuol and Sirajuddin had still not had any news of his daughter. Books by Saadat Hasan Manto. Not many hefty tomes can achieve what this dark, gut-wrenching story does in a few pages. August 3, at 7: By questioning the institution of social work, which was central to the project of nationalist mobilisation, Manto depicts the futility dk nationalist ideology, on either sides of the border, the very basis of which lies in hypermasculinity.

کھول دو [Khol Do]

The special train left Amritsar at two in the afternoon, arriving at Mughalpura, Lahore, and eight hours later. Aditya Shekhar rated it it was amazing Mar 13, Munazza marked it as to-read Dec 08, He checked its pulse and said to Sirajuddin, 'The window, open it!

His eyes struck the sun, and he awoke with a start as its sharp blaze entered him. Pritesh Shrivastava marked it as to-read Jul 24, The original story in Urdu is more poignant and heart wrenching.

Khol Do ~ کھول دو has 23 ratings and 3 reviews: Paperback. sA'ADAt HAsAN mANto. Open It!*. The special train left Amritsar at two in the afternoon, taking eight hours to reach Mughalpura. Quite a few passengers were . Saadat Hasan Manto () was a prolific writer of Urdu short story. He was a journalist, literary critic, screenplay writer, play writer, and a.

The special train left Amritsar at two in the afternoon and reached Mughalpura eight hours later. Many people were killed en route, many injured; some went astray. Old Sirajuddin opened his eyes on the cold floor of the camp; seeing the swelling sea of men, women and children, he became still more confused. He stared vacantly at the murky sky. There was chaos all round him, but he heard nothing, as if his ears were blocked.

Anyone who saw him would think he was consumed by deep worry. But that was not so: His eyes struck the sun, and he awoke with a start as its sharp blaze entered him.

Images assailed from all sides. Sirajuddin stood up immediately, and like a madman, began surveying the sea of people all round him. For three full hours he scoured the camp, crying, 'Sakina, Sakina. All round him, there was mayhem. Sudarshan kriya breathing counts.

Someone looked for his son, another for his mother; dk for his wife, another for his daughter. Sirajuddin, tired and defeated, sat bt on one side and tried to recall where and when he had been separated from Sakina. But as he racked his brains, his mind fixed on Sakina's mother's body, her intestines spilled out, then he could think no further.

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Khol Do – Saadat Hasan Manto

Sakina's mother was dead. She had taken her last breath before Sirajuddin's eyes. But where was Sakina? Her mother had said as she was dying, 'Let me be. Take Sakina and run. Sakina had been at his side. They had both run barefoot. Sakina's dupatta had fallen down. He had stopped to pick it up, but Sakina screamed, 'Abbaji, leave it! His eyes fell on his coat as he remembered this. He put his hand in the bulging pocket and took out a cloth: Sirajuddin tried hard to remember, but to no avail.

Had he brought Sakina as far as the station? Had she boarded the train with him? Had he become unconscious when the train was stopped, and the rioters came aboard? Was that how they were able to make off with Sakina? Sirajuddin's mind was full of questions, but not a mantl answer. He was in need of comfort, but then so were all the people scattered round him.

Sirajuddin wanted to cry, but his eyes would not co-operate. Who knew where all the tears had gone? Six days later, once his nerves had settled, Sirajuddin met eight young men. They had a lorry and guns and said they would kgol him. Sirajuddin blessed them over and over again and gave them a description of Sakina.

Large eyes, black hair, there's a big beauty spot on her right cheek. She's my only daughter.

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Your God will reward you. The young volunteers assured old Sirajuddin, with great feeling, that if his daughter was alive, she would be by his side within a few days. The men made every effort, even putting their lives on the line. They went to Amritsar and rescued men, women and children, and brought them to safety. Ten days passed, but Sakina was not to be found. One day, the men were driving to Amritsar in their lorry, engaged in their work when, near Cherat, they saw a girl on the side of the road.

She gave a start at the sound of the lorry and began to run. The volunteers turned off the engine and ran after her, managing to catch her in a field. She was very beautiful, with a large beauty spot on her right cheek. One of the men asked, 'Are you Sakina? The girl's face became pale. It was only after the men had reassured her that her terror left her, and she confessed she was Sirajuddin's daughter, Sakina.

The eight young volunteers comforted her, sat her in their lorry and gave her food and milk.

Khol Do ~ کھول دو by Saadat Hasan Manto

She was distressed to be without a dupatta, and tried vainly to cover her mantp with her arms until one of the men took off his coat and gave it to her. Sirajuddin still had no news of Sakina. He would spend the whole day doing rounds of the different camps and offices, but received no word about Sakina's whereabouts. At night he would mano for the success of the young men.

They had assured him that if Sakina was alive, they would find her within a few days. One day Sirajuddin saw the young volunteers at the camp. They were sitting in the lorry. Sirajuddin ran up to them. Sirajuddin asked, 'Boys, have you heard mamto about my Sakina? They all said in one voice, khok will, we will. Sirajuddin prayed once again for their success and his heart was a little lighter.

Towards evening, there was a disturbance in the camp near where Sirajuddin sat. Four men were bringing something in. He made enquiries and discovered that a girl had been found unconscious near the rail tracks; she was being brought in now.

Anyone who saw him would think he was consumed by deep worry. But that was not so: His eyes struck the sun, and he awoke with a start as its sharp blaze entered him.

Images assailed from all sides. Sirajuddin stood up immediately, and like a madman, began surveying the sea of people all round him. For three full hours he scoured the camp, crying, 'Sakina, Sakina. All round him, there was mayhem. Sudarshan kriya breathing counts.

Someone looked for his son, another for his mother; dk for his wife, another for his daughter. Sirajuddin, tired and defeated, sat bt on one side and tried to recall where and when he had been separated from Sakina. But as he racked his brains, his mind fixed on Sakina's mother's body, her intestines spilled out, then he could think no further.

Khol Do By Manto In Urdu Pdf Book

Khol Do – Saadat Hasan Manto

Sakina's mother was dead. She had taken her last breath before Sirajuddin's eyes. But where was Sakina? Her mother had said as she was dying, 'Let me be. Take Sakina and run. Sakina had been at his side. They had both run barefoot. Sakina's dupatta had fallen down. He had stopped to pick it up, but Sakina screamed, 'Abbaji, leave it! His eyes fell on his coat as he remembered this. He put his hand in the bulging pocket and took out a cloth: Sirajuddin tried hard to remember, but to no avail.

Had he brought Sakina as far as the station? Had she boarded the train with him? Had he become unconscious when the train was stopped, and the rioters came aboard? Was that how they were able to make off with Sakina? Sirajuddin's mind was full of questions, but not a mantl answer. He was in need of comfort, but then so were all the people scattered round him.

Sirajuddin wanted to cry, but his eyes would not co-operate. Who knew where all the tears had gone? Six days later, once his nerves had settled, Sirajuddin met eight young men. They had a lorry and guns and said they would kgol him. Sirajuddin blessed them over and over again and gave them a description of Sakina.

Large eyes, black hair, there's a big beauty spot on her right cheek. She's my only daughter.

Khol Do – Saadat Hasan Manto | urduwallahs

Your God will reward you. The young volunteers assured old Sirajuddin, with great feeling, that if his daughter was alive, she would be by his side within a few days. The men made every effort, even putting their lives on the line. They went to Amritsar and rescued men, women and children, and brought them to safety. Ten days passed, but Sakina was not to be found. One day, the men were driving to Amritsar in their lorry, engaged in their work when, near Cherat, they saw a girl on the side of the road.

She gave a start at the sound of the lorry and began to run. The volunteers turned off the engine and ran after her, managing to catch her in a field. She was very beautiful, with a large beauty spot on her right cheek. One of the men asked, 'Are you Sakina? The girl's face became pale. It was only after the men had reassured her that her terror left her, and she confessed she was Sirajuddin's daughter, Sakina.

The eight young volunteers comforted her, sat her in their lorry and gave her food and milk.

Khol Do ~ کھول دو by Saadat Hasan Manto

She was distressed to be without a dupatta, and tried vainly to cover her mantp with her arms until one of the men took off his coat and gave it to her. Sirajuddin still had no news of Sakina. He would spend the whole day doing rounds of the different camps and offices, but received no word about Sakina's whereabouts. At night he would mano for the success of the young men.

They had assured him that if Sakina was alive, they would find her within a few days. One day Sirajuddin saw the young volunteers at the camp. They were sitting in the lorry. Sirajuddin ran up to them. Sirajuddin asked, 'Boys, have you heard mamto about my Sakina? They all said in one voice, khok will, we will. Sirajuddin prayed once again for their success and his heart was a little lighter.

Towards evening, there was a disturbance in the camp near where Sirajuddin sat. Four men were bringing something in. He made enquiries and discovered that a girl had been found unconscious near the rail tracks; she was being brought in now.

Sirajuddin set off behind them. The people handed her over to the hospital and left.

Sirajuddin stood still outside the hospital beside a wooden pole. Then slowly, he went in. There was no one in the dark room, just a stretcher with matno body on it.

Sirajuddin approached, taking small steps.

Suddenly, the room lit up. Sirajuddin saw a mole on the pale face of the body, and cried, 'Sakina! The doctor looked at the body on the stretcher. He checked its pulse and said to Sirajuddin, 'The window, open it!

At the sound of the words, Sakina's corpse moved. Her dead hands undid her salwar and lowered it. Old Sirajuddin cried with happiness, 'She's alive, my daughter's alive! Home Archive About Contact. Her body beyond pain Saadat Hasan Manto The special train left Amritsar at two in the afternoon and reached Mughalpura eight hours later.