środa, 26 października 2011

Kashmir’s First Blood


32 bullets, he took ‘em all, to shield others from unrelenting guns

By Baba Umar


It was the morning of January 21, 1990. The sun came up without much sparkle but it shone on young Rauf’s face for the last time. For, by noon, he was lying on the ground in his favourite blue jacket and green shoes, his body pierced by a hail of troopers’ bullets...

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