'Good Samaritan' killed in the street during wedding brawl, court hears
A man killed a passer-by when he used his car as a "weapon" to plough into a wedding brawl between two feuding families, a court heard. Hassan Jhangur struck five people after arriving at his sister's wedding reception in the Burngreave area of Sheffield, killing "Good Samaritan" Chris Marriott.Prosecutors told Sheffield Crown Court that Mr Jhangur, 25, drove into the father of the rival Khan family, throwing him over the bonnet, on 27 December 2023.He then crashed into a group of people, including Mr Marriott, 46, who had stopped to help one of Mr Jhangur's sisters as she was lying in the road.
Mr Jhangur, of Whiteways Road, Sheffield, denies the murder and manslaughter of Mr Marriott but admits causing his death by dangerous driving.Mr Marriott died at the scene and others were left injured, including off-duty midwife Alison Norris and Jhangur's own mother and sister.Jurors heard the defendant got out of his Seat Ibiza and stabbed his new brother-in-law, Hasan Khan, several times.The court heard he later told officers at the police station: "That's why you don't mess with the Jhangurs."
Opening the trial for the prosecution, Jason Pitter KC said Mr Jhangur intended "at the very least to cause really serious harm" with his car.The barrister said Mr Jhangur's target may have been the Khan family, but added: "The law says your intentions can be transferred from one person to another, even if he did not intend to hit that particular person."The prosecutor said Amaani Jhangur - the defendant's sister - and Hasan Khan had got married earlier that day, with issues arising over the wedding timings and location."In the end, none of her family attended the wedding ceremony at the mosque," Mr Pitter told the court. The bride was at the Khan family home in College Court when her mother and sister arrived, the court heard, with violence breaking out in the street.Mr Marriott, who was out with his family on a walk, saw Nafeesa Jhangur lying unconscious in the road and decided to help, along with Ms Norris.
The court heard Mr Jhangur had been told about his sister being injured and arrived at the scene, driving into Hasan Khan's father, Riasat Khan.Mr Pitter told the court Riasat Khan "would have been clearly visible to the defendant" and his intention "could only have been to cause at least really serious harm".The vehicle did not deviate from its path before hitting Nafeesa Jhangur, Ambreen Jhangur, Ms Norris and Mr Marriott, the jury was told. After stopping in a nearby front garden, the court heard Mr Jhangur got out of the car and stabbed Hasan Khan multiple times.Mr Jhangur admitted causing serious injury to Alison Norris, Ambreen Jhangur, Nafeesa Jhangur and Riasat Khan by dangerous driving and denies four charges of causing grievous bodily harm with intent.He denies attempting to murder Hasan Khan and wounding him with intent.His father, Mohammed Jhangur, 57, of Whiteways Road, Sheffield, denies a charge of perverting the course of justice.The trial continues.
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