Blood has become the colour of time…
An event has happened on which it is difficult to speak but impossible to be silent.
“He was handsome, he had grown a beard, he was innocent”, said Gowhars’ sister. The flash backs have turned her into a stressed and melancholic person. Her eyes always moistened, her face gloomy. “I need justice” she said, as tears rolled down her cheek.
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Now who to ask for how much longer this pain we must continue to bear , holding the hand of the blinded nights, we must walk yet how much longer. The children are mortified,. Our schools being burned. Elders arrested and tortured. . Members of the victims are holding the posters, in some there is written “Where are our loved ones” , in some “What am I a posthumus or an orphan?”, and in some there is written “My Brother , where is he ?” There is someone on us a Falcon with a bad intention whose wings are poured with venom and poison, he is flying all over the valley. No stone , no petrol bomb , no bullet only we need is to be one and a one voice to finish this falcon. .. Enough is enough many our brothers aren’t able to see the sunshine , many aren’t able to look behind , and many aren’t able to stand on their own. The water of my valley has been turned saline . My valley has been turned into a graveyard. Happiness is a thousand dollar word. Justice has no place in this God forsaken land. I can say now let justice be done though the heaven fall. Stop crime against humanity.
Every time I keep asking myself are we the children of a lesser god? How long we have to bear this pain?
Ahmed sajid