On Sep 13, 1944, a princess from India lay dead at Dachau concentration camp. She had been tortured by the Nazis, then shot in the head. Her name was Noor Inayat Khan. The Germans knew her only as Nora Baker, a British spy who had gone into occupied France using the code name Madeline. She carried her transmitter from safe house to safe house with the Gestapo trailing her, providing communications for her Resistance unit.
Oh my God, yes. Let’s talk about Noor Inayat Khan.
Wireless operators in France had a life expectancy of six weeks. Noor was actively transmitting for over three times as long.
While she was in France, every other wireless operator in her network was slowly picked off until she was the last radio link between London and Paris. It was “the most dangerous and important post in France”.
She was offered a way back to Britain and refused.
In fact, in her transmissions to London, she once said that she was having the time of her life, and thanked them for giving her the opportunity to do this.
She was captured by the Gestapo, but never gave up: she made three attempt escapes. One involved asking to take a bath, insisting on being allowed to close the door to preserve her modesty, and then clambering onto the roof of the Gestapo HQ in Paris.
Her last word before being shot was, “Liberté!”
I will never not reblog this
Where’s her movie?
they made a miniseries about her back in the 70s. it starred a white lady. what a surprise.
Every time I see #Manisha Koirala, she fascinates me and gives me a sense of empowerment.
From refuting the norms of Bollywood, to battling alcoholism, from surviving divorce in a society that seldom values privacy, to fighting cancer; she has gracefully done it all. She had her highs and she had her lows. But in all times, she has been unapologetically herself. The more one tries to label her, the more she astounds them for their incomprehension.
I post this not just because she deserves recognition. But this is also to remind myself, as I look at her transform day after years, that the best I can do is truly be myself. To refuse what my body and mind refuses and to embrace my desires. To learn from within and to wholeheartedly accept the without. To acknowledge my weaknesses and to take the responsibility to address them, not the way I am told to but the way I would like to. To not let others accept me, until I truly accept myself first.
They say do not let your failures define your success. I disagree. We will never know what success is, until we fail. The lowest of our lows will determine the highest of our highs.