16 December 2014. a normal day at school. Everyone was enjoying at school. Everyone considered it as a safe place,a second home for kids it was a hapy day. I came back home, I didn't watched tv and after changing,went for nap. I woke up, my mom was sitting next to me, she was crying,her whole face was covered in tears, she wasn't able to control herself.
At a short distance from her my father was sittng with tears falling on his face. He was controlling himself. A little bit sleepy,I heard a news that a school that is army public school, full with students,was attacked by terrorists. it was a sudden shock, a sudden terror. a genocide of innocent kids who can't relate to war. There was a mourn all over country like everyone have lost their loved ones.
Total deaths were 149 and non fatal injuries were 114. there was blood all over school. small diaries,backpacks, shoes and uniforms were covered in blood. I saw those footage, I burst into ters. I was 13,for me school was a second home to me. what did the kids do? they were not involved in politics, they were not involved in warfare, they were innocent.
they killed God's angels, they killed he innocent babies who couldn't understand the term terror, they killed the young,handsome,strong blooded generation. They killed teachers, one with the noblest profession. They killed those who were their parents only reason to struggle,to laugh,they were the reason why world doesn't seemed harsh to them.
Consider a mother,who keeps her baby 9 months in a womb,take care of that little bundle of joy with sleepless nights,tiring eyes and finds joy in her childs smile. Never in her wildest dreams she thought that her child would never came back. i felt that,i felt that when I saw painful tears in my mother's eyes. that fear of losing a loved baby.
Man is strong. He knows to control his emotions. he struggles to give his child the best. his only support when he would get old, hopes from his young blood to take care of him. But his dreamy,charming son never came back.his little daughter who used to relieve all his pain, went to heaven leaving the deepest wound in her father's heart that could never be recovered in this world.
they're gonna meet again,meet again with their families,in heaven,the most perfect place ever created. where they would hug their mom, laugh with dad and play with their siblings. They would become a beautiful family again. closest to God.
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