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Dear Readers, 

                     History reading is fraught with pain and agony. There are millions of reasons why we are enticed by the reading or revisiting of our past. Some people feel that when they visit old forts, palaces, or any building lying dormant since ages, they experience a nostalgia which leads them into believing that they had been at that location before. A historical deja-vu so as to say. For highly emotional and sensitive souls, one such attraction is the plight and pathos of some important characters of history. 

                         My heart wails in the dark of the night when I read about Raziya and her rise and fall. I feel like rushing to her grave and offer some prayers for her or offer a wreath of flowers. What all did she have to suffer at the hands of those wretched nobles who could not understand her vision and character. If I happen to use a time-machine and transport myself back to time, the date I would chose would be October 13th 1240.   

         As Raziya would lay soaked in her own blood murdered by some decoits around Kaithal in modern day Haryana, I would pick her up in my arms with the highest degree of reverence and respect due to an Empress and at any personal cost, rush her to the site where her confidant and ally, Yakut, lay buried. I would bury her next to him and then weep my heart out. After all, Razia was the queen of hearts for us, the common people. 

                            kitni dushwar guzar thi woh raah tere jane ke baad, 

                            shab-e vasl mili hai aaj to zara gaur se sun.........