Gujrat riots

GUJRAT : As soon as any one familiar to this word turns grave as riots flash thru his mind. Its five years from now that  but still this wound is still not yet healed.

But here's a story of a youngster who actively participated in the riots but Alhamdullilah is now a muslim. His journey towrds islam is an intresting as well as a source of imaan for us too. AS said earlier in one of the threads that these stories, are articles from a urdu newspaper wherein interviews of reverts are published.
Lets have a look at his journey towards Islam.

People who know me call me "Yuvraj Takur". I belonged to an aristocratic family of a landlord. My br-in-law is a political leader  though belonged to BJP at first but later changed to congress. We had our own college wherein i studied, I hated Islam very much. I hated them so much that i did not even allowed mulims to  enter my college.

                                                               During those riots, soon after Godhra incident, i along with my friends actively participated in the riots. We burnt about 60-70 people  of the village alive. In all the excitement of  our young age we moved on and on. We commited all the inhuman act. Let me tell u that my group was of 8 youngsters. Well, we moved till the interiors of Gujrat at a place called saharanpur. This place is famous for its historical mosque. Its said that islam spread from here. Perhaps the first mosque of Gujrat. We decided to demolish it. We entered the premises. Tried to demolish the wall but all our strikes were in vain. It seemed that our iron bars were made of wood. we were tired  but in anguish decided to break down the boundary wall which was recently built by the villagers. We were successful here but later entered again to demolish the mosque. Atlast we decided to burn it. Petrol was bought and one of my friends tried to dip the cloth into petrol and burn. Instead he himselves got burnt. We all could do nothing. He dies on the spot. We returned and within 2 weeks other 4 friends died. It seems that they had similar signs of death. Other two lost there mental balance. This made me to fear that i was the only one left now. What would happen to me? With this thought which disturbed me very much and led to no peace of mind, i left for that mosque. During nights, i used to visit that mosque and prostrate. I cried bitterly and prayed "O God of muslims Forgive me"  And thus spent those days

I returned home and when was once offering salah in my room, was seen by my servant. All my family members gathered when he said "chotay maalik musalmaan ki tarah namaaz padh rahe hain". I was asked to choose either to be at home or leave. I decided to leave. It was not tough for me to decide. But my father stopped me and asked me to hand him ATM cards, Credit cards as well as Cell. I left them and left home bare handed. I lived hungry for many days., With the little money i had, i buyed biscuits and prayed before eating them that ALLAh give me strength of about three days with these. And alhamdullilah i did not feel hungry for three days. I later worked in a hotel and the owner was very hospitable to me. He connected me to Imaam sahab and thus i reached out there. I was in a very good company. Mualana sahab taught me many things, I read many books esp stories of sahabas.

I had all hatred even by the name of muslim earlier but now alhamdullilah i would be happy if i were martyred as a muslim. By the imaginations of the dreams of hell stir me alot. I pray Allah to bestow this grace to  my family too.

{This story is in brief but i tried to convey its synopsis to my best. Many spelling mistakes tooooo.}