The Story of Sindh Varso *** Visareyam Na Vesran (Attempted to forget, but failed) Pakistan came into existence, and the Hindus of Sindh migrated to India. Approximately fifty years have passed since then. At that time, I was 25 years old, teaching economics at Hyderabad College.
Now, at seventy-five, though I've lived in Delhi all these years, if someone were to ask where I belong, my immediate response would still be Hyderabad, not Delhi. Until 1940, Sindh was largely peaceful, except for Sukkur. However, after the Muslim League’s Pakistan Resolution was passed in 1940, the country experienced growing unease, which also influenced Sindh.
Yet, there was no sharp division or animosity. On the second day of Muharram, the 10th, a day of mourning commemorating the martyrdom of Imam Husayn ibn Ali (AS), children eagerly stayed awake to witness the Duldul procession—a horse that Prophet Muhammad (SAW) gifted to Hazrat Ali(AS). The rhythmic beat of the Nagara (a large drum typically found at shrines) filled the air with a distinct cadence: da, dada, da, dada, da, dada.
I once asked my mother what the Nagara was saying, and she replied, “Jhanda Kahenj? Juman Shah Ja” (These flags belong to whom? They are of Juman Shah). On the day of Hashr (the Day of Judgment or an occasion marking the mourning of Muharram), our mother would give us paiso/tako, narehel (sliced inner shell of coconuts), and patasha (sugar candy). My sister Leela and I would then go to see the Tabot (a series.