"You are not a Muslim". He said, "no, I am a Muslim, let me read the kalma". He read the Qu'ran. He knew it, so they were a bit, you know, being ignorant. So they let them go, because they could have certainly raped my aunt and so on... This was a horrific thing and we did not know anything about it whilst it was going on, and then they came out of the house and apparently my grandmother, my mother's mother, fluent in English, widow of an ICS, she sat on the pavement where other women for more than half a day. I think, you know, not a single army truck picked them up. You know this is the thing about history, we read history from different historian's viewpoint. I remember hardly that anything was done by the English. They wanted them to kill each other. This was very interesting, so after a long time eventually, some Gurkha, one of the officers rescued them and brought them to Hindu area to K.C. De's house, on Gokul road, this is very big house you must go and meet my cousin when you come the next time. See there house, very beautiful, it's still there. So there house then was set on fire...