By Sikander Hayat
December is the month when Pakistan lost its eastern half of
East Pakistan which became Bangladesh in 1971. The cold chilly nights of December send shivers down the spine of Pakistanis forcing them to contemplate about what went wrong. Why our brothers who created Muslim League, who suffered
partition of Bengal, who were at the forefront of the movement for the independence of Pakistan felt so angry that they decided to part their ways from the rest of Pakistan.
I do not want to blame our brothers from Bengal (East Pakistan) for wanting to secede as they gave us 24 years to correct our wrongs but leaders of West Pakistan, the intelligentsia, the elite and the general public attitude never considered East Pakistan as their integral part. There was a hint of racial, intellectual and martial prejudice and then there was a feeling in Eastern Pakistan that West Pakistan considered them the insignificant other.

It has been 37 years but the wounds are still not anywhere near healed. There is not much anguish about the
succession itself as it was always going to be difficult for two parts of country to function as one when divided by thousand miles of hostile territory, but the way the separation took place make us Pakistanis anxious. If there was a referendum and had resulted in the creation of Bangladesh, it would have been fine but the birth of Bangladesh happened through a caesarean. A lot of bloodletting happened and a lot of innocent people lost everything they had.
West Pakistanis became foreigners in there on land with in a matter of hours. On 16th December 1971, Bangladesh was born, wounded, crying and dripping with blood.
Army operation which started on 25th of March and ended in a defeat on 16th December 1971 was an episode in the history of Pakistan which I as a Pakistani cannot justify.
A lot of West Pakistanis living in East Pakistan were killed by the Mukti Bahni but that still not justified the indiscriminately ruthless action by the Army. So here I am thinking what should be my reaction to all that misery and I have come to the conclusion that I must apologise whole heartedly, without any reservations.

I apologise as a Pakistani to all those mothers who lost their sons
I apologise to all sisters who lost their brothers
I apologise to all those sons and daughters who lost their parents
I apologise to all those daughters of East Pakistan who were humiliated &
I apologise for not keeping the promise we Pakistanis made to East Pakistan in 1947

These are the sins of our fathers, I cannot disown them, I cannot make them go away, I cannot forget them but I ask for forgiveness. I ask people of Bangladesh to forgive Pakistan (not forget the torment that you went through). Pakistan is not the same Pakistan; Bangladesh is not the same Bangladesh. I hope that when history lessons are taught in Bangladeshi schools, they end with a plea from Pakistanis for forgiveness and compassion.
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