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I was going to the Bazar, my son came running up to me, he was crying & was followed by Bhaidoo (not taken) Bukshoo & Sharafdy – (il.e. Mahd Shereef) – My son said, O Mother!! And took hold of me. The 3 men seized him, squeezed his wind pipe and beat him with their hands. On receiving a blow with an open hand from one of them I don’t know which, he began to tremble. They then
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