...during the first two years after partition we got the impression that others considered us Sindhis unclean. Partly it was because we ate meat; we wore slippers inside the house; we only washed our clothes once a week. But this was not because we were used to wearing dirty clothes! In Sindh, nobody washed clothes at home. Laundry was given to the dhobi who came once a week. During those years, it was difficult for us to explain that we were indeed Hindus. But soon enough many Sindhis found roots, partly by assimilating local culture; partly through goodwill and enterprise.

- Aruna Jethwani, born in 1940 in Hyderabad, Sindh. 

Sindhi Hindu woman, in an interview to researcher Suchitra Balasubrahmanyan

Sindhi Hindu women never wore bindis and this bothered Gujaratis. You see, in Gujarat, wearing a bindi on forehead indicated that a woman was Hindu; Gujarati Muslim women did not wear bindis. This is how you can tell women from the two communities apart. Sindhi Hindu women began to wear bindis so that they would not be mistaken for Muslims.

      Cities Ran Amuck

Streets roared: "Allah-o-Akber!" "Har har Mahadev!" In Karachi, on 6 January 1948, Huddled in a store room, we waited with bated breath. The world, it seemed, would come to a sudden end. "Hand over the kafirs in your house," the rioters demanded. God's good man, God himself, Allahdino lied to them: "The people you are looking for sailed to Bombay yesterday." Allahdino was an ordinary man, Sindhi and Sanskrit dino in his Muslim name. Allahdino lied once again: "The poor creatures migrated to India, leaving behind their precious belongings. Do you want those instead?" And we waited with bated breath..... - Motilal Jotwani (translated by Anju Makhija and Menka Shivdasani)

- Motilal's father was a teacher in Karachi. He, with his other family members was huddled in a small storeroom of the house that day. Allahdino let the rioters take what they wanted, and then spent the rest of the day singing songs of Kabir with Motilal's father.