The world came to a stand-still
when the most inhuman, dastardly and cruel act was carried out on the Army
Public School in Peshawar on Tuesday. 16th December 2014, will be
remembered as a Black Tuesday, for not only a HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE humans were
brutally murdered, it was innocent lives that were claimed- those who went to
school to learn and teach, to gain and give knowledge and to give wings to
their dreams. Little did they know the morning, when they were leaving for
school, that it was the last time they would do so. That they would never be
able to come home, throw aside their bags and watch TV, never play their
favorite games and sports with their friends, never hug their parents again!
Fathers who proudly carried their
children on their shoulders, mothers who gave birth to them, and took care of
them, families who watched their brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces and
grandchildren grow, were seen running barefoot on the streets of Peshawar that
day, in constant prayer and hope, that this was all a bad dream, a cruel lie
that was being displayed in front of them, that their children were safe and
sound, and would return to their beloved homes soon.
What has humanity come to?
Is this all that was left? A
cowardly retaliation and that too, on little innocent children whose only fault
was that they studied in an Army Public School? That they dared to be just
helpless children who could do nothing about what was happening to them at that
moment? That they were the apple of their parents’ eyes?
Nations showed their solidarity
and to Pakistan in their moment of grief, people sent out messages of support.
But will that help return those lost lives? Will it prevent the massacres from
continuing to occur? Will it prevent those heartless terrorists from carrying
out their vile and dastardly activities?
This is not something that
happened in some corner of the world, this can be us tomorrow! It will make us exist,
rather than LIVE, in constant fear, to protect our loved ones.
A few parents in Peshawar, who
were able to speak out their grief, were proud of their children who were
snatched away from them, are a constant inspiration to the rest of us.
“I’m proud that my child became a
martyr. He gave his life to save his friends.”
“My elder son was taken away from
me today. But I will still keep sending my other children to school.”
“They took his life, they were
never able to take his soul.”
All those little souls will
forever be a constant reminder to us that the only way out of this, is to fight
terrorism and uproot it completely. Else, such acts which are ugly blots on the
face of humanity, will continue to prevail and haunt our lives.
May your souls Rest
in Peace.
