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 Gandhi I got married when I was thirteen years old and my wife was a very beautiful woman. I was very shy and I was even scared of the dark. I was a weak student and I barley graduated from college. I unfortunately had to leave my wife and go to London. When I returned home I found that my mother was dead. One winter night in South Africa I was traveling by train on a business trip when a white passenger came up to me and told me to go to third class because of my race. When I refused a steward threw me off the train in the middle of nowhere. After that I returned to India with my wife and four sons. The British government was very furious and they were killing many innocent people who were like me asking for independence from British rule. I lead a peaceful movement and after many years India finally won its independence during World War II In 1944 my wife died and I was extremely sad. India was witnessing a lot of problems between the Hindus and Muslims which I detested. The evening of January 30, 1948 as I walked to the prayer many people awaiting me a Hindu man named Nathuram Godse fired a bullet in my chest. The last words that I said were, “RAMA, RAMA, RAMA,” meaning I forgive you, I love you and I bless you. Article posted February 17, 2011 at 03:31 AM • comment • Reads 934 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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