I am writing this piece after almost three year after the incident that happened with me, personally.

Three year, Its a long time in this age of speed. Today in formation flows with the speed of light. World is connected today more than ever . Boudaries of nationality, ethnicity, religion is vanishing day by day. We are living in most liberal, open and tolerant world that ever exist. Before writing this a number of thoughts were coming in mind and questioning me. Is writing it worth? For whom I am writing this? Why I am writing this? What is the need to write this? Is it will make any chang e ? Nude propaganda of Messiahaisation of most fascist creature India has seen ever prompted, compelled me to write this. It was Sunday, 25th of 7th month of year 2010 when I reached Ahmedabad Station, capital city of Gujrat, for my job training. My parents, family, friends were af raid by name of Ahmedabad. Reason? Everyone Knows. I persuaded them, nothing wil l happen and its all fine now in Ahmedabad. And also made a comaparision, see wh at will happen to me even that city has my name, Ahmad. They allowed me to go to Ahmadabad - Manchaster of India, City of Sabarmati, City of Gandhi- by heavy he art. Our well wishers always do worst case analysis. They handed me a long list of instruction, as every parent give. So, I was there at Ahmedabad station, It w as raining heavily, monsoon was their in Ahmedabad, washing all the dust off the leaves and making it green, Real green. Nature has its own way to preserve, sav e nature. I was in the city, and was told training will last in three months. So , I was to live in city till October. The incident I want to narrate, convey, co nfess, tell, communicate happened on the day of Eid. After 30 days of fasting of Ramzan, came Eid with the happiness and gift of Allah. I went to a mosque to pr ay for eid. After Namaz, I was leaving mosque. My skull cap was still on my skul l. One person came to me and said in Hindi "Bhai, topi utar lo, aage police wale pareshan karenge". And I kept the cap in my pocket. But, this one line trembled me from inside. I w as always told in school, college and training I was future of this great nation . Nations fate depends on my behaviour, my action, my thought.I failed to unders tand, how the same perosn who was future of India, bacame issue of national secu rity with skull cap on skull. Or, Police which is very important organ of sate m achinery was communalised. Whatever be the reason. Doesn't matter. But, what mat ters is government of that sate failed to keep my dignity, as I am. And today, people are making the same person Messiah of India, who will take out our Bharat mata from Rawan. Is the future of India, they see doesn't have Musli ms and most importantly Muslims with their skull cap on their skull. If it is th eir vision of India, then I am afraid, I will be asked to keep my skull cap in my pocket in whole of India. And my name will be subject of national security. Sign of failure in my view is, when Ahmad is not safe, dignified in Ahmadabad- C ity of Ahmad.