This is the third story in the patriotic series.-
The dust
devils danced across the Thar, mimicking the unease that coiled in the hearts
of Bharat’s people. Whispers, initially like desert winds, had become a roar –
a dark tide was rising in the west, heralded by men who spoke a harsh tongue
and carried a new, alien faith. These were the Arabs, and their shadow had
fallen upon the jeweled lands, first on Sindh, then casting greedy eyes further
east. Fear, insidious and cold, began to seep into the vibrant tapestry of
Vedic life.
But fear,
in the land of heroes, is merely the prelude to courage. In Mewar, nestled
amongst the Aravalli hills, a young chieftain named Bappa Rawal felt not fear,
but a burning fury. He saw the reports filtering from Sindh – tales of temples
desecrated, idols shattered, and the ancient ways trampled underfoot. He heard
the chilling pronouncements of Mohammad Bin Qasim, the Arab general, who
declared his intention not merely to conquer land, but to subjugate souls.
Bappa
Rawal was not merely a chieftain; he was a lion in human form, his eyes blazing
with the fire of Dharma. He understood the gravity of the moment with piercing
clarity. This wasn't just another raid; this was an assault on the very soul of
Bharat, a threat to the Sanatan way of life that had blossomed for millennia.
He knew if this tide wasn't turned, the sacred fires of Vedic wisdom would be
extinguished, just as they had been in Persia, Mesopotamia, and Egypt, lands
swallowed whole by the Arab storm.
He
summoned his council, his voice resonating with steel. "Brothers," he
declared, his gaze sweeping across the assembled Rajput warriors, their faces
etched with concern, "Do you hear the death knell tolling from the west?
These Arabs, these Yavanas, they come not for gold alone, but to tear the very
roots of our Dharma from this sacred land! They desecrate our temples, they
defile our women, they seek to erase the very memory of Bharat Mata!"
His words
struck like hammer blows. The initial apprehension melted away, replaced by a
righteous anger that mirrored his own. "What shall we do, Bappa?"
thundered a grizzled veteran, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword
hilt.
Bappa
Rawal’s eyes shone with a fierce resolve. "We shall not cower! We shall
not yield! We shall not become another Persia, another Egypt, swallowed by this
darkness! We shall unite Bharat, from the Indus to the Ganga, and we shall
throw these invaders back into the sands from whence they came!"
And so
began a monumental undertaking. Bappa Rawal, with the fire of conviction
burning in his heart, rode forth, not as a Mewar chieftain, but as a beacon of
hope for all of Bharat. He travelled from kingdom to kingdom, court to court,
his words a clarion call against the encroaching darkness. He spoke to proud
Rajput kings, to learned Brahmin scholars, to sturdy farmer communities,
painting a vivid picture of the impending doom and the glorious victory that
awaited if they stood united.
Initially,
some kings, blinded by petty rivalries and lulled by a false sense of security,
were hesitant. They had heard of Arab victories, of their ruthless efficiency.
They saw the vastness of the desert and the seemingly endless hordes behind
Qasim. But Bappa Rawal was relentless. He reminded them of their ancestors, of
the battles fought and won to protect Dharma for generations. He appealed to
their honor, their courage, and their love for their motherland.
Slowly,
painstakingly, the tide began to turn. Kings, chieftains, and warriors from
across Western and Northern Bharat, from the sturdy Rajputs of Rajasthan to the
valiant warriors of Punjab and beyond, rallied to Bappa Rawal's banner. He
forged an alliance unlike any Bharat had seen before, united not by political
ambition but by a shared devotion to Dharma and a burning desire to protect
their ancestral land.
Finally,
the day arrived when the armies clashed. On the plains of Rajasthan, under the
scorching sun, the forces of Bharat, led by the indomitable Bappa Rawal, met
the invading Arab army of Muhammad Bin Qasim. The roar of the conch shells
mingled with the war cries of the Rajput warriors, a thunderous symphony of
defiance that echoed across the land.
Bappa
Rawal, astride his magnificent steed, was a whirlwind of fury. He led from the
front, his sword flashing like lightning, cutting down the invaders with every
strike. He was not just a commander; he was a warrior possessed, fueled by
righteous anger and the unwavering conviction that he was fighting for
something far greater than himself – he was fighting for Dharma, for Bharat
Mata, for the very soul of his civilization.
The battle
raged with the ferocity of a desert storm. The Rajput warriors, infused with
the spirit of Bappa Rawal, fought with unmatched bravery and skill. They were
defending their homes, their families, their temples, their way of life. The
Arab army, though initially formidable, was taken aback by the sheer ferocity
and unwavering resolve of the Hindu forces. They had expected to encounter
fragmented kingdoms, easily subdued. They had underestimated the power of a
united Bharat fueled by Dharma.
Bappa
Rawal, with his strategic brilliance and fearless leadership, turned the tide
of the battle. He personally engaged Qasim in fierce combat, his sword meeting
the Arab general's with sparks flying. The clash of steel echoed the clash of
civilizations. Witnessing their leader falter, and faced with the relentless
onslaught of the united Hindu army, the Arab ranks began to waver, then break.
Victory
was Bharat's! The roar of triumph that erupted from the battlefield was
deafening. But Bappa Rawal knew this was not enough. He would not allow the
Arab invaders to regroup and return. He ordered his army to pursue them
relentlessly, driving them back across the Indus, further and further west.
The chase
was relentless, a testament to Bappa Rawal's unwavering commitment. He pursued
the fleeing Arabs through scorching deserts and rugged mountains, all the way
to the borders of Iran. He was not content with merely defending Bharat; he was
determined to eliminate the threat at its source.
And on his
triumphant return, Bappa Rawal, the visionary king, implemented a strategy that
would ensure the safety of Bharat for centuries to come. He ordered the
construction of guard posts at every hundred kilometers along the western
borders, manned by brave Rajput chiefs and their warriors. These were not mere
outposts; they were fortresses of Dharma, unwavering sentinels standing guard
against any future incursions.
These
guard posts, manned by generations of valiant Rajput warriors, became an
unyielding wall against the Arab advance. For three hundred years after Bappa
Rawal’s glorious victory, even after his mortal form returned to the elements,
Bharat remained safe. The Arabs, who had swept across continents, were held at
bay, their ambitions thwarted by the legacy of one man, Maharana Bappa Rawal.
He was
more than just a king; he was a savior, a unifier, a beacon of Dharma in a time
of darkness. He proved that when Dharma is threatened, and when brave hearts
unite with unwavering resolve, even the most formidable enemy can be
vanquished.
Bappa
Rawal’s story is not just a tale of a long-ago victory. It is a living
testament to the power of courage, unity, and devotion to Dharma. It is a
resounding answer to those who wonder how Vedic civilization survived despite
centuries of attacks. It survived because of brave and visionary leaders like
Maharana Bappa Rawal, who rose to the occasion, faced the darkness head-on, and
kept the light of Dharma burning bright.
And now,
in this modern age, when shadows gather once more, Bappa Rawal's question
echoes across the centuries: If he could unite Bharat and defend Dharma 1400
years ago, when resources were scarce and challenges were immense, what stops
us today, when we are so well equipped?
That is the question every Hindu must find an answer for within themselves. For the spirit of Bappa Rawal, the spirit of Dharma Raksha, calls out to us still, urging us to rise, to unite, and to protect the sacred flame of our civilization for generations to come. The dust devils still dance in the desert, but now, they whisper not of fear, but of the enduring legacy of Maharana Bappa Rawal, the lion of Mewar, the protector of Bharat, the eternal guardian of Dharma.
The greatest of Indian Medieval warriors who have been denied their seat of significance by so called historians. Indian so called historians until now remained silent about what happened to north western frontier of India between 8th to 12th Century nearly 400 years, after the fall of Raja Dahir another great Hindu King of Sindh who lost his battle against Arab in 712 AD.
Bappa Rawal as popularly called for his greatness and reverence created
a confederacy of warriors along with Pratihar King Nagbhata 1st, Bhils and
Nagas and decimated the Mlechha Arabs and captured the Chittor Fort. They
decimated and chased the Arab Mohammad bin Qasim’s army into the deep desert
beyond Ghazni.
Bappa Rawal whose original name was Raja Kalbhoj (काल भोज) established
the Mewar Kingdom and famous Eklingiji Temple in 728 CE. The Great Rajput warrior Bappa Rawal, Who defeated Afghans so badly that they didn't dare to come to Bharat for the next 400 years. They called him "The Greatest Enemy of Islam. Bappa Rawal, who inflicted a humiliating defeat on invading Arabs in 8th century AD |
Even afghan historians have mentioned that Afghan kings accepted their defeat and married their daughter to Bappa Rawal to show respect.
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