I opened my eyes and found my self in a place unlike any other. Trees everywhere, a beautiful sky, and rivers of milk.
"Where am I?" I asked myself.
"You are in heaven mu dear friend." Said a voice from behind.
"ABDULLAAAAH!!, you are here. Oh i missed you so much." I cried woth joy as i ran to hug him.
"Woah!" We fell to the ground, "Hahaha! I missed you to buddy."
Hamid and appeared as well. "Oh HAMID ! O Haider! I cant tell how happy i am to see you too."
"We missed you too Omar."
"Hey Abdullah where are our parents?" Abdullah lowered his head down, "They are not here Omar. We will not be able to meet them now."
"Oh no! I miss them so mo much. Then Just imagine how will they feel when they find out that we are not with them anymore."
"Console yourself Omar! I know its difficult." He said as he hugged me.
NEWS FLASH: Army public school peshawar (boys campus) has been under attack by 7 terrorists. The evacuation team and Rescue 1122 has arrived to help. Army Officers are still in the building till there are no terrorsists left. The evacuation team is helping the children get out. Rescue 1122 is there to help the injured.
Reporter: Rescue 1122 has arrived here. Unfortunately many lives have been lost. The death count has reached 69 till now.
My mother called my dad as she heard the news, " Kamran!?" She cried as my dad picked up the phone, "Our child, our Omar."
"What happened Zahida?" Said My father.
"The school. It is under attack. Our Omar! Kamraaan! Send someone! Find my Omar! Please!"
"Oh my God. Okay calm down, calm down I will check."
The call dropped.
My father dialled a number and held the phone to his ear, the phone was recieved, "Good morning! Capt Bilal speaking."
"Bilal, Maj Kamran here!"
"Good morning sir!"
"Good morning. Bilal have you heard of the attack?"
"Yes sir , very tragic. I know you are worried about Omar but dont worry sir, i am working on it. Till now many children have been safely evacuated. I will let you know as soon as there is any news about Omar."
"Okay" my father sighed as he put down the phone.
3:00 pm Breaking News: Dear viewers it is to inform you that many of the children and staff have been safely evacuated.
The phone rang,my dad picked up, "Hello! Mr Kamran speaking."
"Captain bilal here sir!"
"Yes bilal, any news?"
"Sorry Sir! But ... "
"What but?"
"Sir Omar is not among us anymore."
"Okay thank you bilal" as he put down the phone and began to cry. "Oh! Omar, my dear"
Mean while, My mother was sitting on the prayer mat praying that i would be safe. She was praying when the door bell rang.
She ran to the door. He saw her husband in tears. "No! This cant be! My Omar!!! My precious little Omar! Why ??" She cried until she fell to the ground.
"Control yourself Zahida!", said Mr kamran in tears.
"Where is he? Omar!?" said My mom.
"Bilal! Haroon! Bring him in." said my dad to his juniors as they brought my lifeless body inside the house on a strecher.
"Omar! My child!" As she saw me covered in blood.
Another officer entered the house.
"Good afternoon sir!"
"Yes?"my dad replied briefly
"Sir this is the officer who was with Omar in his last moments." Said Captain Bilal.
"Oh! I see."
"What did he say officer? What were his last words?"my mom asked him.
"He told me to tell you that he loves you, he told me to console you and his uniform got dirty with blood so he was sorry." He had tears too.
"That is my Omar! My beloved!"
Breaking news @ 9:00 pm: The terrorists have been knocked down. Seven commandos and two officers got injured in the battle. But unfortunately 141 lives have been lost including the teachers, staff and children aged between 8-18 years!
"And in our sorrow, our parents died with us."
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The Flowers that Never Got To Bloom
Short StoryA woman who loses her husband is called a widow. A man who loses his wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called and orphan. But there is no word for the parent who loses his child. How awful is that. This is the story when hun...
