THE UNVARNISHED TRUTH
They gunned him down in broad daylight—his life extinguished in seconds before his bride’s horrified eyes.
His identity as a Dalit, Brahmin, Rajput, Jat, Gujjar or Kayastha? IRRELEVANT.
Whether he spoke Marathi, Telugu, Malayalam, Tamil, Gujarati, Bengali, or Assamese? MEANINGLESS.
If he voted for BJP’s Modi, Congress’s Rahul, AAP’s Kejriwal, or TMC’s Mamata? INSIGNIFICANT.
In that brutal moment of execution, they (Islamic Terrorists) didn’t ask if he was:
- A devout Shaivite who worshipped Lord Shiva
- A dedicated Vaishnavite who followed Lord Vishnu
- An Arya Samaji reformist
- A rational Charvaka atheist, or even
- A syncretic Shakta who embraced the Divine Mother.
They didn’t care if he visited temples daily or merely during festivals, if he chanted mantras or questioned religious orthodoxy.
In that brutal moment, everything that defined him—his dreams, his politics, his secular beliefs about harmony and coexistence—evaporated into nothingness.
Why?
Because, to his killers – Islamic Terrorists, he (the victim) embodied only one thing: a Hindu, non-believer. An infidel. A KAFIR.
His Hindu identity—the sole reason they pulled the trigger.
This is not a story about political differences that can be debated or cultural misunderstandings that can be bridged. This is the raw, bleeding reality that many refuse to confront: a man’s existence violently terminated for the crime of being born into the wrong faith.
Forget all your comfortable narratives. Throw down the polite excuses.
Face the searing truth that burns through all our carefully constructed illusions of tolerance.
When hatred flows this deep, when it targets the very essence of who you are rather than what you believe or how you vote, we must finally open our eyes to all those lies (we are fed) before us.
This is the terrible, naked truth we can no longer afford to ignore.
- Shukl ‘Jigyasu’