Nowhatta Nightmare

Every time Kashmir is on protest, areas surrounding the historic Jamia Masjid are under curfew. Once restrictions are over, tensions pile up making police to interrupt lives and the life. This cycle sustained by a witch-hunting routine has created new groups of underdogs who are on the edge, desperate and suicidal, both in belief and action, reports Shams Irfan

Youth engaging police in pitched battle in Nowhatta Srinagar (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

On a Friday night in 2007, loud knocking on the front doors and intense jackboots walking on the unevenly paved narrow streets of Nowhatta woke up Showkat, then 14.

Instantly, he knew what it meant: a crackdown on stone-pelters who were part of the post-prayer protests outside Jamia Masjid, the historic mosque of Kashmir.

Before he could have dashed out of the house and vanished into the maze of alleys, he found himself surrounded by cops from Nowhatta police station, barely five minutes walk from his home.

By midnight, Showkat and four of his close friends, and two other boys from the neighbourhood, were behind the bars.

“That was the longest and most painful night of my life,” recalls Showkat, “They (cops) beat us like animals. They were continuously hitting our knees and elbows with canes.”

Five days later when Showkat and his friends walked free from the lock-up, they vowed to continue resistance, a term synonym to freedom, locally.

An eighth standard student then, Showkat belongs to an affluent family living in the vicinity of Jamia Masjid, a 1394 AD structure build by Shahmiri Sultan Sikandar.

The grand structure has given the place a historic centrality and draws tens of thousands of worshippers every Friday. Its influence on the socio-political landscape of Kashmir has remained undisputed throughout the history.

Gate of historic Jamia Masjid closed on Friday. In past many years, Jamia on Fridays is out of bounds for people (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

Young and restless, Showkat remained unchanged and continued stone pelting on police and paramilitary, every time, the belt poured out against “atrocities and killings”.

In 2008, during protests against economic blockade of Kashmir by Jammu based far-right groups, Showkat had a narrow escape when a bullet brushed his skull, just above his left ear, leaving a visible and indelible mark as reminder.

His “raw anger against the system” found a new direction after Wamiq Farooq was killed by a tear-gas shell that hit his head on January 30, 2010 in Rajouri Kadal.

“His (Wamiq’s) killing angered one and all across Kashmir,” recalls Showkat. “He was too young to die in such a brutal manner.”

The subsequent protests helped Showkat get in touch with like minded boys from the neighbourhood who also felt “frustrated by the helplessness”.

Four months later, on April 30, 2010, army claimed to have foiled an infiltration bid in Machil sector of Kupwara district, by killing three Pakistan based militants.

Later, police revealed that the encounter was staged and the three men, branded as militants, were civilians from Rafiabad. It triggered massive protests.

The scene outside Jamia Masjid Srinagar on Friday when intense clashes take place between youth and government forces (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

On June 11, 2010, unmindful of the protests and brewing anger, Tufail Matoo, 17, a Class 12 student was shot in the head by a tear-gas shell outside Rajouri Kadal’s Gani Memorial Stadium, not far away from Nowhatta.

This infuriated Kashmir.

Protests erupted, first in downtown and then fanned out to other parts of Kashmir, starting a cycle of killings, funerals, protests and killings.

During one such protest in Hawal Chowk, barely ten minute’s walk from Jamia Masjid, Showkat’s right eye was hit by a marble, shot by CRPF personnel holding a slingshot and an AK47. “I was lucky he didn’t fire from his gun,” said Showkat.

However, the injury didn’t stop him.

Then, a few Fridays later, Showkat was shot in the same eye with pellets, used rarely during those days. “This time I was told that my eye cannot be saved,” said Showkat without a hint of emotion in his voice. “It (eye) was Allah’s gift and he took it back.”

Instantly, Showkat was upgraded by police to Nowhatta’s most wanted stone-pelter. Interestingly, this helped him earn many friends and followers. “I lost an eye but got so much love in return,” said Showkat.

Stone Walls 

“It was never so dangerous to live in Nowhatta as it is now,” said Mohammad Yousuf Khan, 65, who runs a small fur workshop in Roshangar Mohallah, a small alley barely five minute’s walk from Jamai Masjid.

Sajad Ahmad Gilkar (Image courtesy Family)

Khan recalls how in pre-militancy era supporters of Mirwaiz Molvi Farooq and National Conference cadre used to clash with each other on-and-off in Nowhatta. “There used to be stone-pelting too, but not as intense as it is now,” recalls Khan.

Khan’s daughter who lives in Himachal with her husband and kids used to visit him in summers. But continuous shutdowns, curfews, shelling and restrictions, made kids to “dislike the place” and seek for stress free holidays. “They feel chocked in this place because of continuous restrictions,” said Khan. “It is like living in a hell when tear-gas smoke, PAVA shells and pepper gas is used in congested neighbourhoods.”

But Nowhatta’s tryst with stone-pelting and processions is not a recent phenomenon. After Ghulam Mohammad Shah toppled his brother-in-law Farooq Abdullah’s government in 1984, the incidents of clashes between political workers intensified. During one such clash outside Jamia Masjid, these rival political workers threw corn cobs at each other followed by stones. “Stone-pelting is an old practice, but I have never witnessed anything like this,” said Khan.

However, once the militancy erupted in Kashmir in 1989, stones lost appeal as gunmen roaming the narrow streets became a new normal. “I still recall when members of JKLF displayed their guns for the first time in Nowhatta,” said Khan. “We all thought they had hunter guns as nobody had seen an AK47 before.”

But soon stones would resurface in Nowhatta in a dramatic manner, thanks to an al-Umar Mujahideen sympathizer and his two friends.

A day before Eid-ul-Fitr in 1998, Ashiq Ahmad Zaroo, then 26, was playing with his friends outside Jamia Masjid’s main entrance. Zaroo and his friends had no idea that two pair of eyes watched them keenly from inside the Kawoosa House, then a BSF garrison quite notorious for torture, located barely fifty meters across the road. The eyes belonged to BSF officers Rajveer and Kalia, both still remembered by Nowhatta.

Unaware of the eyes, Zaroo took out a firecracker, lit the open end of its wick, and threw it at one of his friends. Within seconds it exploded at his feet with a loud bang. Taking a cue from Zaroo, his friends followed the suit and started throwing firecrackers at each other.

“We were laughing and playing. It was time for merriment as markets were open for Eid,” said one of the Zaroo’s friends who was part of the play, on condition of anonymity.

On the two sides of road, government forces and youth face to face during protests (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

All of the sudden, a group of BSF men, led by Rajveer and Kalia rushed out from Kawoosa House, and came within the stone-throw distance of Zaroo and his friends. To everybody’s surprise, instead of using canes or tear-gas shells, as was the norm, Rajveer and Kalia began shouting slogans in favour of JKLF, a militant outfit which had modest footing in Nowhatta. “We responded by raising slogans in favour of Hizb-ul-Mujahideen,” recalls Zaroo’s friend.

When slogans intensified, Zaroo’s friends threw a few firecrackers at the BSF men.  As the firecrackers exploded near Rajveer’s feet, he and his men rushed back inside the Kawoosa House. “This emboldened us,” said Zaroo’s friend. “Without thinking of consequences we charged towards their (BSF’s) bunker with firecrackers and stones.”

Within no time, a number of boys and local shopkeepers joined Zaroo’s and his friends. “What started as a play led to resurgence of stone-pelting in Nowhatta,” said Zaroo’s friend with a smile.

Four years later Zaroo was picked up by the forces for his alleged link with militants. He was tortured to the extent that he now needs crutches to walk. “Once out of jail he was not the same smiling youngster anymore,” said his friend.

Zaroo, who hails from a well-off family in Nowhatta, now roams around, mostly near Kawoosa House, like a lunatic.

“He is now a certified mad-man,” said his friend with a hint of tears in his eyes. “There are hundreds like him who suffer silently.”

Set in Stone

After losing his right eye Showkat decided to play it cool for a while till he is off the police radar. As Showkat went “underground” police picked his father and brother instead. “My father was dragged out in his night dress. I was really angry. But I was helpless as well,” alleged Showkat. “Their arrest forced me to surrender before the police.”

Once behind the lock-up, Showkat was slapped with seven FIR’s. He keeps a small pocket size diary in his wallet to keep tab of dates to avoid skipping a court appearance.

Once out Showkat packed his bags and set off for a long journey across mainland India. “I visited Goa, Mumbai, and other cities in India,” said Showkat. “I spent a wanderer’s life for next few years.”

Also, Showkat utilised his time in mainland India to undergo five surgeries in his pellet hit right eye. “It cost me around Rs 11 lakhs to get an artificial eye,” said Showkat.

To reiterate his claim Showkat takes off his right eye and places it on the palm of his hand, looking thoughtfully at it with his left one. “My mother doesn’t know that I have just one eye,” said Showkat. “I clean it once every month in complete secrecy. She cannot bear the sight of her son’s empty eye socket.”

A masked young man pelting stones: )KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

Once back from his sojourns Showkat started catching up with his friends, who by now had brought some semblance in stone-pelting.

One among his distant friends was Sajad Ahmad Gilkar, a dashing boy in his early twenties, whose free-flowing locks made him a known face in Nowhatta.

In late 2014, Sajad came under police radar after ISIS (Daesh) flags were first waved outside Jamia Masjid.

“After ISIS flags appeared in Nowhatta, we started looking for Sajad, as he was a known pelter. We raided his house several times, even his relative’s houses, and then finally after a month’s search we nabbed him from Bemina,” said a Dy SP rank officer who was posted in Nowhatta police station as SDPO twice.

Not only did waving of ISIS flags unnerve security grid but also sent literal shockwaves across stone-pelters. “Nobody knows what ISIS stands for. There is still confusion about its authenticity,” said Showkat, who headed the group that questioned the philosophy behind ISIS flags.

Showkat stresses that one should first understand stone-pelters, or who they are and what their motivation is, before jumping to any conclusions. “It is not a group of random boys high on drugs, as propagated by police and a section of media,” said Showkat. “I take a proper ghusul (ritual washing of body before prayers) before I pelt stones.”

Bashir, a 90s era militant sympathizer, who now runs a shop near Jamia Masjid, is one of the ideologues for Showkat and other small groups.

Bashir recalls how he used to struggle in his room when BSF officers Rajveer and Kalai tortured helpless youngsters inside Kawoosa House. “I have grown up listening to their cries. How can I forget them,” said Bashir.

Bashir classifies stone-pelters in two groups: one driven by pure ideology and is composed of those youngsters who have lost a relative, or father, or brother, or uncle to forces brutality in 90s. “This makes around 98 percent of stone-pelters,” claims Bashir.

The second group, said Bashir, is mostly made of free-flowing elements who come with a particular mindset, or influence, for quick recognition and fame! “They could be agents, jilted lovers looking for a way to vent their anger, or simply frustrated youngsters trying to prove a point,” claims Bashir. “They are the ones who pick up different flags and create controversy.”

Bashir recalls one such controversy when a group of boys set afire to posters bearing Secretary General Hezbollah Hassan Nasrullah’s image. “This act we knew would stoke sectarian tensions in the area, so an emergency meeting was called to see who was behind it,” said Bashir.

The meeting was attended by Showkat and his group members and other small group heads. “It was then decided that nothing of this sort will be repeated,” said Bashir. “

But not everybody kept his promise.”

Stones to Guns

On June 29, 2017, Sajad, who by now was named in a number of FIR’s in police stations across downtown, appeared in Bemina Court in a case titled Tahir Nadal.

Image of intense clashes between youth and government forces in Nowhatta (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

An hour later his impatient father Nazir Ahmad Gilkar, a mason, called to know what happed in court. “They gave me another date (to appear),” Sajad told his father over phone.

Relieved that Sajad is not detained again, Nazir went on with his routine work. But when Sajad didn’t return in the evening Nazir called him on his cell-phone again. “This time it was switched off. His other phone was at home,” recalls Nazir.

The next morning Nazir along with his brother went to police station Nowhatta to seek whereabouts of his son. “They told me to check other police stations where cases are registered against him,” recalls Nazir.

For next 13 days Nazir and his brother kept looking for Sajad at all possible places but without any success.

On July 12, 2017, Nazir received a call from an unknown number; it was Sajad. “I was excited to hear his voice,” said Nazir. Before Nazir could have asked his son where he has been all these days, Sajad told him, “Papa, I am caught in a cordon.”

Instantly, Nazir, knew what “I am in cordon” meant in present context. “I felt shivering in my entire body,” recalls Nazir. “I wanted to ask him a lot but I could sense urgency in his voice.”

Then Sajad asked his father for forgiveness for putting him through trouble all these years because of his hot-pursuit with police. “Then he asked for his mother,” recalls his father.

Nazir, who was in Pampore at that time for a night stay, wanted to fulfill his son’s last wish, but was helpless. “Son, I am not home,” Nazir told Sajad amid tears.

After a brief pause Sajad asked his father for a favour, something Nazir couldn’t refuse.

“Tell her (mother) that I am sorry. I gave her nothing but pain for all these years. Tell her to forgive me,” he told his father before he disconnected the call.

Without telling anything to his host Nazir rushed out in the rain and drove all the way to Srinagar on his scooter.

Later Nazir came to know that Sajad had called one of his uncles too, hoping he would help him talk to his mother.

“But his uncle was not home too. His last wish remained unfulfilled,” said Nazir.

Within an hour after the call, Sajad was killed along with two other local militants at Rudbugh village in Budgam. “Till next morning we waited for his body but nobody knew where he was kept,” said Nazir’s brother who visited the Rudbugh village at daybreak with Sajad’s picture to confirm.

Sajad’s father blames police for pushing his son into the militancy. “He was a stone-pelter I don’t deny that,” said Nazir. “But it was harassment from police that made him take this extreme step.”

Youth picking stones while two others lokk at government forces (KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

But, a Dy SP rank officer who was posted in Nowhatta police station as SDPO twice, blames the “glamour” attached to the present day militancy for Sajad’s choice. “If he (Sajad) was really pushed to the wall by police, as claimed by his family, then why didn’t he pick up gun earlier? He joined now because militancy is in fashion nowadays,” believes the officer.

“If a boy fails in exams, he picks up gun; if he has a fight with his parents, he picks up gun. If a boy breaks up with his girlfriend he joins militancy. It (militancy) has become an easy way out for some guys,” the officer argues. “I have seen a positive change in downtown, especially in Nowhatta area, between my two postings. The likes of Sajad are in minority.”

But despite blames and counter-blames Sajad’s transition from stones to guns has neither gone unnoticed nor un-admired among his fellow stone-pelters. “I am afraid his killing will start a dangerous trend of ‘next step’ for stone-pelters who face multiple FIR’s and are hunted constantly,” feels Bashir.

A Full Circle

For most of the history sheeters booked on-and-off for stone-pelting charges, life in Nowhatta is like a closed circle. Fayaz Ahmad Malla, who is in his early twenties, joined Lashkar-e-Toiba three months back. A resident of Khankah-e-Mollah in Srinagar, when Fayaz first joined stone-pelters outside Jamia Masjid, he was too afraid to even pick up a stone and throw it towards police. “The same shy guy is now a Lashkar commander,” said Bashir. “This makes me apprehensive about what is in store.”

When a first timer is caught pelting stone he is let off after slight warning and a few broken bone. “This is where community should intervene and try to counsel these kids,” feels an elderly local who has facilitated release of a few such kids on personal guarantee. “But since 2016, people are afraid as both sides have turned extremely aggressive.”

A youth being taken into custody during protests in this file photo.
(KL Image: Bilal Bahadur)

After Burhan Wani’s killing in July 2016, five police stations including Nowhatta remained under strict curfew for over three months at a stretch, adding to the woes of the inhabitants. “It is like collective punishment for showing resistance,” said Aabid, who runs a shop in the Jamia Masjid’s vicinity. “You cannot even imagine how it feels when they fire pepper gas and PAVA shells. It is like living in a gas chamber.”

The entire belt is hugely congested. Most of the houses are old and run down. The lack of open space for expansion has added to the congestion. Most of the houses are home to multiple families. Since situation has impacted economic well being, quite a few families afford a migration. In such a mess when tear gassing starts; per shell impact is hundred times more than Lal Chowk.

Aabid, a father of two kids, aged 3 and 6, recalls one evening when his younger child almost fainted because of the smoke. “I couldn’t even take him to hospital as strict curfew was in place,” said Aabid. “I wanted to kill somebody as frustration peaked. How can a father watch his son die of suffocation?”

(Names in the story have been changed on request to protect identity.)


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