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Ajmal Kasab's death sentence and Indian Muslims

Finally the judgment is out. The man was proven guilty of murder of more than 50 people on the ill fated night of 26th Nov 2008. That was the least which he deserved.

The next morning when I picked up the newspaper from the door step I could not help but notice the subtleties in the picture on the front page. It showed muslim men celebrating the verdict. It seemed to me a deliberate attempt to showcase to the country (and to the world) the patriotism of an average Indian Muslim. I have been wondering about the reasons why this needs to be done.

Then, today I stumbled upon this article "Why can't Rahim behave like Ram or Robert?"

It speaks out some of my thoughts.


Angika said…
Totally agree. It's pathetic, the situation.
dreamer said…
My thoughts too !! If you are a muslim in India you have to make the right noises at the right time otherwise you are branded as being disloyal to the country..People like Shabhana Azmi have to come on news channels and say the right things..The sad part is even the so called modern "Hindu" youth is biased ..

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