Tuesday, 15 December 2015

I will always remember your smiles and your innocent dreams, promise

This day marks a whole year now, I don't know how survivors are coping, or families bearing. I am lost for words, for no phrase comes close to describing the pain, loss, and grief.
Let me share something personal with you:
I was away for two years, a kid who lived next door went to this school. He used to play outside his place each day. When I would pass by he would greet me, smiling and waving, his eyes a little squinted always twinkled from afar. Now, his framed picture hangs in his uniform at the same exact spot. I couldn't bear his absence when my feet traced the same path. The thought of him gone wrenches my heart, even though I never got to know his name. I can't even begin to imagine hundreds of more innocent little ones lost forever, I can't imagine what their parents are since then, going through.
It moved Peshawar, it moved the entire world. And I bet the heavens too cringed during those cursed hours.
I pray we all realize the pain behind each bullet that found a kid. I pray we all feel the vacuum that's left till the end of time. I pray that the realization guides us in putting their pain and sacrifice before everything else.