The Pathan patriot who kissed the hang- man's noose with the name of Allah on his lips. A
youth endowed with a body of iron and a will of steel, he dedicated everything to the
service of India and of freedom and challenged the cunning and the strength of an empire.
Author - N.P.Shankaranarayana Rao
It was December 19, 1927. The winter sun rose late. His golden rays brought warmth
and joy to people shivering in the biting cold.
At sunrise that day, in the District Jail at Faizabad, officials were getting ready to put
an end to the life of a man. He was a revolutionary. Officials, both high and low, were
busy. The Chief Jailer inspected the rope, the sandbags and other things necessary
carefully. He was fully satisfied with the arrangements; then he called out to his
subordinate, "Bring the convict here." The official went with ten soldiers. The
door of the cell of the man who was to die opened, with a loud harsh sound. That was the
last time the door opened for this man.
The brave patriot was waiting for this call; he asked cheerfully, "Is everything