We were all children of 7 or 8 years old. I don't remember a lot but there are a few things that come to mind. We were all living together very happily. Suddenly we heard the news of the division of India. Curfew was imposed and we could not go our of our house. Sometimes Muslims and sometimes Hindus were killed but even then my father did not want to leave Sind, as he thought this situation was temporary and would calm down, but one day the solicitors house opposite ours was attacked and the whole family was butchered. Then in the night of the same day we took all our family and got out of Sind, and while we were travelling in the train we were all silent so that no one would know what happened to us. We were on the way to the border of India, and where ever the train stopped we were all in great fear of muslims attacking the train. With Gods grace we arrived safely in the small Town called Navsari. We were living in a fine big house in a great City of Hyderabad and landed up in a Village, where there were small houses and people were speaking Gujurati which we could not understand or speak. We had seen very hard days there. My father was in Nairobi at that time, where he had his own business.He took us to Nairobi where we had a very comfortable life, but I cant forget my homeland.I remember the same streets in Hyderabad where I left behind all my childhood friends and I remember my brothers had to wear Muslim dress in order not to be recognized.
        This is an episode that I will remember all my life. In 1947 I was studying at Tolaram girls High School in Hyderabad Sind. This was my final year. Everybody had a lot of fear about partition and what would happen to our lives, as we were worried that we would not have our own home. Our parents were very worried about their daughter and young daughter in-law as young muslims would abduct them, so we began to flee Hyderabad. All trains were packed full of people. As they came to the platform they boarded on the first available train in order to get out of India. We fled out of Sind in a group of 7 or 8 families with a lot of young girls. We came to Lucknow and hired a big house where each family had just a room. Some people sent their luggage by Sea to Madras from the Post of Karachi, but we were not allowed to take anything with us from Hyderabad. We left all our property and possessions but at the time we thought that we would return so that is why we rented out our house. On January 30th 1948 Mahatma Gandhi was shot dead. We and other families went to Delhi, and were there for the sad day. Now we are all scattered over the world. When we meet we have a lot of happiness. This time when I went to New York I met my friends after 50 years. Again we remembered the old partisan days with a lot of love for each other. 
    After the partition everybody got married and settled down and I settled down in Bombay.