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In Melbourne Shabbat begins Fri 3 Apr 2020 06:52 PM and ends Sat 4 Apr 2020 07:50 PM
כ"ט אייר ה' אלפים תש"ע
A personal experience of escape and survival
In 1947, in the city of Lahore – Pakistan today, lived a Jewish woman with her two year old son, as her husband was transferred to another city to gain his promotion at work.
On the 15th of August, the British who ruled India for 200 years, due to pressure decided to divide India, then known as Hindustan, into two and so two new nations were created. One was India and the other was Pakistan.
So this young lady who lived in Lahore had to escape as the Muslims started to massacre all the Hindus living in the new Pakistan.
Trains full of Hindus started escaping to India and the Muslims from India to Pakistan, as they were killing each other.
The Muslims tied wire coils between two poles just a meter or so above the train carriage roof so all people sitting on top of the roof were injured or died due to slit throats.
This brave woman went to her neighbour, a good friend, and asked her if she could give her a pair of pyjamas and kurta (ie long sleeve shirt which is worn over the pyjamas, which the Muslim women wear).
She wore it and took her son and got on the train from the city, Lahore, going to Punjab, India.
As she was half way through her journey, the train was stopped in between of nowhere and the Muslims boarded the train with swords, knives, daggers and checked each compartment for Hindus, and if found, killed them on the spot.
They came to this lady and asked her who she was. She told this Muslim, who had a sword dripping with blood, that we are cousins. He did not understand and was surprised.
So this woman took her son, lowered his pants and showed him the Brit. The man left her alone and continued with his job of slaughtering Hindus on the train.
Was this the power of Brit Milah through which Hashem remembers and protects his people?
This young lady reached her destination safely. She is my mum who is now 90 years old and one of the last two Jews (she and my sister) still living in a city known as Jabalpur where a few years ago there were 200 families and a synagogue.
Her son, my elder brother, Daniel ז"ל came to Australia with his Jewish wife but sadly
passed away a year after his son’s Bar Mitzvah.
He was just 44 years old.
This is a true story which I share with you as obligated for each of us to talk about leaving Egypt of each generation.