HILE commenting on the kidnapping of the Hindustan Times photographer
Ashok Karn in this column (abduction of a jounalist), I narrated the heart-rending
story of Malka Begum, who was virtually snatched from the jaws of death.
Suddenly, she became famous. But the fame did not fetch her any dividends.
Since she lost only a "foot", she was not entitled to any compensation,
apart from a pittance for medical treatment. But she got a cheque for Rs
2.2 lakh on account of losing both her parents. Out of this, her two
brothers took Rs 50,000 each. She has two sisters who were given Rs 10,000
each. The rest - Rs 1 lakh - was deposited in a fixed account in her name.
For her future and welfare.
When Malka returned to what remained of her family after four months in
hospital, she had no clue that she was in for another betrayal, this time
by her own saviour, the knight in shining armour. The army jawan who pulled
her out of the pond, Mohammed Taj of Kashmir Light Infantry, began visiting
her. What's more, he told Malka's brother that he wanted to marry her.
Given her condition, the family could not have turned it down. Yet, the
family had doubts about the proposal. They feared that the sympathy he had
for Malka would not survive for long. But when Taj brought his parents and
they too agreed to the nikkah, they readily consented. In any case, Malka
did not have much say in the matter. Taj was at that time posted in Ranchi.
Newspapers flashed the news of the wedding on March 25, 1990. A truly
fairytale end, wrote one of them. After the wedding, Taj took her to his
village in Poonch in Jammu and Kashmir. The area was totally new to her. It
was a hilly terrain and she was not used to living in such altitudes. Nor
could she communicate with her in-laws because she spoke only Hindi and
Urdu. And to cap it all, she could not do most of the domestic chores
because of her handicap. Malka realized that Taj's parents had concluded
that she was a useless daughter-in-law. Hence, she did not mind when he
brought her back to her brother's house at Bhagalpur.
Next year, Taj came and stayed with her for a month. Towards the end of
1991, she gave birth to a baby - Fathima Taj - who had grown into a
sprightly young girl, who told me in English that she wanted to become a
pilot. Her husband resurfaced in Malka's life when he came and spent two
months with her at her brother's house. By then, even the villagers were
upset with him. Why was he not taking her with him? They even threatened to
create a scene if he did not take her. All this had a salutary effect on
Taj who took her and Fathima to Ranchi. She spent about three months there,
which she considers as the best period of her life. A much-delayed
honeymoon! But life in the once summer capital of Bihar was too good to
last.
Pregnant for a second time, Malka was again dropped off at Bhagalpur and
Taj returned to Ranchi. There was no communication from him for a long
time. When she gave birth to a boy, Mohammed Imtiaz Ali, he was duly
informed about it. All she got was a letter informing him that he had been
posted to Rajasthan. There was a hint that he would come and take Malka to
the new place of posting once he was able to settle down. That was the last
correspondence she had from him. "I am not bothered about him. What more
can I expect from someone who does not even want to see his son?" said
Malka.
"Does your daughter not want to see him?" I asked her. Malka did not have
to answer that question as Fathima intervened, "No I do not want to see
him."
"What about your younger brother?" I turned to him. A vacant expression on
his otherwise cherubic face was quite suggestive.
Malka is yet to reconcile to the fact that Taj could cheat her of all the
money in her fixed account. On one of his visits to enjoy his conjugal
rights, he asked for some money. It was all for her! Since Malka could not
live with his parents in the village, he wanted to buy a plot of land in a
town area. She had some doubts. After all, he had neither been a
responsible husband nor a responsible father. But when she swore on the
Holy Koran, she gave in and let him have access to the bank account. Of
course, she consulted her brother, who too advised her to trust him. "How
could we believe he would cheat us?"
Taj never returned. He did not buy any land. He did not provide for any
maintenance. He did not even divorce her. He simply deserted her. Malka
tried to contact him through his commanding officer. After a considerable
wait, she got a letter from the Army authorities saying that he was
dismissed from service for gross misconduct on September 23, 1993. There
has been no trace of Taj since then. Her efforts to recover the money
through the courts have also been in vain. Taj is believed to have joined
the ranks of militants and was shot while trying to cross over to Pakistan.
In any case, she is no longer enamoured of her husband and it does not
matter to her whether he is alive or dead.
Malka today lives in her own house built under the Indira Awaz Yojana
Scheme at a cost of Rs 20,000. It was far from complete and did not have an
attached toilet when I visited her. Nor did it have proper windows. She is
a well-known figure in the area but she has to depend on the munificence of
well-wishers to bring her children up. Her brothers who have four children
each are hardly in a position to support her. She approached leaders like
former Bihar Chief Minister Laloo Prasad Yadav for a Class IV job in the
government, which would have helped her to stand on her own legs. She needs
Rs 2500 for a special shoe, which does not last for more than a year. The
only steady income is a monthly allowance of Rs 100 for the handicapped she
is entitled to. Meanwhile, 22 persons accused of killing Malka's parents
and their neighbours have been exonerated while 14 were sentenced to life
imprisonment. They all have gone in for appeal. (Readers who would like to
support her and her children can do so by writing to Malka Begum,
Sadaruddin Chak village, P.S. Habibpur, Bhagalpur, Bihar).
To be continued....
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