CP Saithalavi
The war dragged on like an incessant torrential downpour. became a cry; The ups and downs of the wars are intermittent. Clouds of fear mixed with gunshots, wails and the smell of gunpowder wafted over the villages. They volunteered to each other, announcing the arrival of the disaster with a shout and a single hoot. Starvation tightened its grip once more and the generations rushed towards the soldiers. He vowed to fight to the death. They lost faith in the wooden sticks they carried in their hands to knock against the machine guns. Dead bodies piled up in fields, fields, streams and ponds.
The question of when the war started was misplaced. A long sigh was heard when the needle on the clock reached four quarters of a century. Made by the country. Then countless centuries of youth were piled up in the soil as tall graves along the road and in the backyards. The Portuguese, Dutch and British had rolled the wheels of power and split the chest of the country. Military forces that shook the world. Who came with the sword of dominion. A community fought against those haughty empires with a sticky belly and patriotic fervor spreading throughout; 424 years. Incessant fighting. As unflinching bravery. Not for any king. Only for the country. Fueled by the fact that patriotism is an element of faith. Land, children and life dreams did not deter those departures. Their only treasure was pride to pass down to generations. Patriotism throbbing in the soul.
It extended from Kumbala in the north of Ezhimalak to Kanyakumari in the south. The Portuguese Duarte Barbosa marked Malabar in the 16th century. A thousand years before that, the Arabs had carved Kerala and Malaibar into one.
The entire life path of the community, which was armed to resist the hegemony that had invaded the coast of Kerala, became full of conflict. The ink of communal stamp has fallen even on the national defense struggles of hundreds of people who sacrificed their lives. A community of the country’s 1st naval force ‘armed in the Arabian Sea’ to fight the paratroopers. Takbirs sounded by the shores as the initial slogan of resistance to invasion. The Maple fighters who shook Sir Arthur Wellesley during the guerilla warfare in the valleys of the Western Ghats. Wagon Tragedy and Battle of Pookotoor. Millions of lives.
When the fields were full of smoke, there was emptiness all around. Even in the middle of the night, the darkness stretches as far as the eye can see. Even the ‘national’ leaders, who had poured oil for the last fight, abandoned them. Military manhunts, death row, deportation and gallows. The rest of the convicts were isolated on the highways. Without a shade tree in the bright sun of life’s troubles. Those who lured the orphans away from the hunger shelters and killed them started giving the children a new ‘religion’ along with that. The children lay down in the ravenous hunger. The boundaries between life and death were thin in the huts.
The flood followed by the sea of misery to the tears of helpless people. A pestilence that split the mountains and leapt the skies. Dikeng was submerged in water for weeks. When the sun was shining and the water was falling, there was not even a plate or tin to cook on. Mass death and epidemics. A people who are enraged by the inevitable calamities. Bodies worn down by hunger and disease were wasted on war and wages.
Four sentences flew like a ray of light into that dark corridor. A series of articles published by Maulana Zafar Ali Khan Bahadur, Punjab Provincial President of Sarvandya Muslim League in his newspaper ‘Zemindar’. The North Indian proudly shouted to the glory that ‘the Mappilas of Malabar are our ancestors’ who were fighting against the British at the risk of their own lives. Those heroics and the subsequent tragedies were a vivid picture of the zemindar. Zafarali Khan’s fiery letters asked who would bring a cure for the human births of Malabar, which were scorched by the fire of Varuti. Who would be there to give an oar to the land of dreams for the descendants of the community drowning in the endless depths? Maulana Abdul Qader Khasuri, a philanthropist who had the treasure of God’s blessings, and his brother heard the call and came to Malabar. Their finger of love moved with coldness and peace to the pity of Mappila children who were tired and drowsy without even blinking their eyes. Kozhikode, the capital city of Malabar, raised an orphanage called JDT Islam.
The people, who had nothing but to deny, became indifferent. In the history of the national movement, the territory occupied by the British lay a dark continent. Illiteracy and perpetual poverty have merged with them as the cycle of life. Sighs grazed in the black lights of the knotted kin. In the summer nights full of snow and the moon, when I lay sleepless, the melodies of patapat would fly from afar. That was the only cure for forgetfulness. For a moment they will travel through the stars to the murmur of the singing wind. Then wake up to the sorrows of reality.
A light breeze came to those bright summers. It grew like a great tree that provides shade and coolness in the endless forest – Muslim League. 1930s. The Muslim League has come to shoulder the pains of Malabar. To inject the stimulus of spirit into the soul of Janapada, who is exhausted by eternal despair. To instill a sense of pride. The Muslim League came in the wake of revival. Abdurrahiman Aliraja, Haji Ishaq Abdussattar Setu Sahib and others are in front. K.M. Maulavi and K. Uppisahib and B. With Poker Sahib. In the scene of this resurrection, the sculptor and director is Amarut Aniyam and the great talent KM Seethisahib.
It is a time when song, bayt, letter and qissa are enshrined in the sacred antiquity of Arabic Malayalam. The first mission was to train people to read by combining letters in that era when ‘printed Malayalam’ was considered an abundance in communication. ‘Chandrika’ newspaper was founded to infuse the energy of political enlightenment in the organized masses, to shine the rays of the right consciousness and world politics on the path of backwardness, to rise to the mainstream through new worlds of knowledge. March 26, 1934. The double map of disenfranchisement bloomed in that full light. 1937 – Malabar District Muslim League became an organized movement. The numbers of winning and losing became the noise of people’s power. Syed Abdurrahiman Bafaqi Thangal came to the arena in a bright light. And the spiritual radiance of the flowers of Panakkad.
A nation that no one wanted, broke the bonds of neglect and stepped into the celebrations of reunification. The flow of energy from Qaida-e-Azzam, the mountain of Indian politics, has thrilled the veins of Malabar. But, like a daybreak, everything went down in the blink of an eye. The lights of hope went out. With freedom comes division. From the wounds of misinterpretation, the lifeblood flowed in the highways. Lakhs of people lost their lives in the sword of communal hatred.
The northern part of the country was engulfed in bloody rivers of migration and riots. Even Jananayakars, who shared dreams and gave strength in crisis, became strangers in one night. Representatives of another nation. Authorities and nationalists joined hands in fostering alienation. The father of the nation, who preached refuge in the minds of the minorities, also fell on the altar of communalism.
The North Indian leaders left the Muslim League and threw themselves into the big cloaks of secularism. Malabar was also depressed. The leaders on the sidelines eased the fears but harbored mysteries within, like the calm before the storm. It is not about running away from karmic ties in the face of threats; Qaidemillat Muhammad Ismail Sahib used to shout that heroism is living and dying in the land of his birth. South India heard it. Malabar replied. ‘Praised Existence’ was incorporated into the heartbeat as a philosophy of regeneration. Seetisahib and the soldiers escorted Qaidemillam. Prince CH Muhammed Koya, the dashing incarnation of the orator who had the scorching power of thunder and the wetness of snow on his tongue, became the heartthrob of this infantry.
The Indian Union Muslim League has implemented the life mantra of Sir Syed Ahmed Khan as ‘Modern Politics – Modern Education’.
The movement for the rights of the minority and backward people took flight on the wings of new ideas towards the new dawn of independent India. March 10, 1948. The Madrasi town of Qaidemillat stood witness to it. The movement of Qaidemillam devoted ideas and labor for the constitution of the nation, which emphasized on democratic, secular and socialist concepts. ‘Any offense will be forgiven; But the Muslim League declared that they cannot resign to those who question their patriotism and faith.
Bans and threats rang out against the minority organization. A deluge of promises if the organization is disbanded. In the face of tradition that did not yield to temptations, the authorities employed multi-pronged strategies.
The Green Sena went ahead with the banning of the Hyderabad action. Panakkad imprisoned the frontline fighters including themselves to repel them by showing them the prison. Those prisons were crossed with a sigh of relief. A united platform to give thought and heat to the rights struggles of the community by giving leave to differences of opinion. Haritashobha, where the scholar and the layman, the poor and the rich, traditional thinking and progressivism come together. The atheist movement and the loopholes of the law provided resistance to the challenges raised against the faith. A pile of extreme thoughts burst. He took up the mission of eradicating illiteracy and poverty. The beginning of the educational revolution. The hard fought reservation ensured not only employment but also power sharing. Treatment and housing extended a hand of mercy with all aspects of comfort. Struggle for protection of constitutional rights. Earned rights.
Democratic power thwarted fascist rule. Fear of persecution instilled security and courage in the minorities. The lovable man named Syed Muhammadali Shihab Thangal made the philosophy of self-restraint a pacifier in the midst of angry politics.
Then Syed Hyderali Shihab and Syed Sadiqali Shihab became the flag bearers of this love song.
Behind Qaidemillah, Syed Abdurrahman Bafaqi, Ibrahim Sulaiman Set Sahib, GM Banat Wala Sahib and E Ahmed Sahib led the Indian Union Muslim League.
A safe community grew under the moon-starred green flag. Practices of creative politics to unite nation and community. With 88 lakh Muslims, Kerala has become a beacon for the 20 crore Indian Muslims. This evergreen power instilled a sense of self-esteem in the Dalit and backward communities.
The heyday of matamitri has been set up like a rallying line of non-Muslims for the protection of Shariah. In front of those who mocked that there is not even a gram panchayat member, the Chief Minister and the Union Minister gave a silent reply as a powerful presence in the administration of power with half a dozen ministers in a single state. Kerala sees this green seal in all good things. Crores of Indian minorities are praying on the steps of this people’s march.
This crown of pride at the head of the community was built by thousands of people who did not wait to achieve the status and fame of personal fortunes, but who are hidden anonymously in the flakes of memory without putting their names anywhere in history. It is a solemn dedication to the Mahapurusha line of famed Mashriq and Maghrib. The blood, tears and dreams woven in the veins of seven and a half years shine brightly. In this emerald of self-esteem.
