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Uncle Rafiq came to his camp a little late today, his face drooped, his face was depressed and sad. He greeted me and sat quietly on the bed. One person asked, "Uncle, how are you today?" Uncle said Today I have heard bad news, so I am sad

I have heard that a very bad incident has taken place in Kasur city. Uncle handed the newspaper to the reader and said read it in detail so that the whole matter would be known. The reader said: It was three or four days ago. An innocent little girl went to school.

He was caught on the way by an evil man and taken to the fields. Going there, he molested her, strangled her, killed her and threw her body in the fields. Uncle said: He had no idea why he was killing this innocent girl.

If there is fear of Allah and fear of the Hereafter, then no one does such a thing. The fear of Allah has completely disappeared from our hearts ... The people of Uncle Kasur have been on strike over the incident and are protesting and demanding that the accused should be arrested immediately and hanged in public. Uncle said: There is no point in this strike and protest. Such incidents have happened before. I tell you the truth.

This is an incident of the seventies, when fresh martial law was imposed in the country. A few days ago, a net did the same thing. The then president ordered the immediate arrest of such a person.

The police knew that if they did not obey the orders of the military government, we would be embarrassed, so he was arrested, tried, convicted and sentenced to death. He was hanged in a field. The big world came to see and the culprit was hanged.

This martial law was imposed by General Zia-ul-Haq. After that, as long as martial law was imposed, no one dared to do it again. Eleven years of great peace. When martial law arose, Zia-ul-Haq was martyred in a plane crash, people started saying that in martial law, our men were flogged and hanged.

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