(With some encouragement I am finally publishing this.Sigh.)

The heading says it all.

I assume most of you know what this post is going to be about.

 

If I let them:

All  the scenes, can be replayed.

The numbers increasing,blood stained ground,cries of mother and dead bodies,in school.

All emotions,can be refelt.

Emotions being feeling depressed,being lost in the cave of devastation or perhaps just pure misery and shock.

All those thoughts,rushing again.Like  mustangs running from a wild forest fire.

Will come to life,again.

All those question will repeat.Maybe even repel and more questions perhaps will be reborn.

Not all maybe answered,satisfaction not quenched and that spark of hope harder to find.

Only if I let them!

 

 

I can recall some of the sentences that were repeatdly.

Dua is the only weapon we have – lets not forget its a strong one 🙂

This planet shouldn’t be called earth anymore because that’s where humanity and sanity existed!

I never knew angels could die until that day. 😥

InnaAllah ma’as sabireen!

I remember trying to escape the lava of comments on the social media with the title of the Volcano being PESHAWAR ATTACK.

I hoped a checking a friends blog post will get me distracted.

Unfortunately,what I feared and hoped not to happen was what exactly happened.

Toto  had this.

Maria had this.

But there was one thing that made me smile and I saw pinches of hope.It was a poem by Khulood Baha another blogger form WP.

She wrote the following poem:

YOU CAN’T STOP SPRING

It was a bright and very beautiful day,
when the kids of Peshawar made their way,
to their school, carrying their bags,
big and heavy on their backs…

On the sixteenth of December, in the bitter cold,
wearing hats and gloves, looking at their parents they told,
“I don’t want to go”, some persuaded,
others were used to it, for the bus they waited.

“It’s gonna be fun, you’ll enjoy”,
His mother assured, and kissed her boy.
Looking at her son, feeling proud,
waving as he faded into the crowd.

Little did she know, it was her last gaze,
her last moment with her son, or his last phase.

The Peshawar attack..

It all started when a couple of armed men showed,
frightening the kids, with their guns which they load.

Killing mercilessly, every innocent kid,
ignoring the fact that their faces weren’t hid.
As they say “Allahu Akbar”, and shooting,
accepting it my mind keeps refusing.

They went and never came back…
for their loss there’s no pay back..

Just for you to know..

You can crush the flowers
but can’t stop the spring,
you can posses all the powers,
but you can’t over-power the king.

You can destroy the nation,
but you can’t destroy Islam,
you can destroy the foundation,
but definitely not our Iman.

May the souls of the victims rest in peace…

Say Ameen.

I hope that put a smile on someones face.

Mein Aisi Qaum Se Hoon Jiske Woh Bachon Se Darta Hai.

Do read the following posts

https://shadowsofthedivine.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/an-open-letter-from-a-dead-child-to-his-mother-on-his-death-anniversary/

https://randomlyabstract.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/%D8%A8%D9%84%D9%B9-%D9%BE%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%81/

https://wordpress.com/read/post/feed/35334281/887033586

https://dreamslikebrokenglass.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/16-december-2014/

https://identity17.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/381/