“Every living being on this planet has a self-preservation instinct, if you hurt them, they will hurt you back. And they are the most dangerous when their backs hit the wall. When they are cornered and they have nothing left to lose.” -- ('By @EnchantedByIslam)'
The Valiant Ones
I saw the bullet as it was released,
Swiftly, towards me it flew;
How long it took, I couldn’t tell,
But I saw a lot in those moments few.
I saw my classmates’ blood splattered,
Here and there, everywhere.
Still and motionless, on the ground they lay,
Their innocent wide eyes, at the sky they stare.
The flames engulfing up the teachers,
I heard their crackle, felt their heat;
The little kids for mercy cried,
As the terrorists dragged their feet.
And as the bullet reached my innocent heart,
Slowly tearing its way through,
I heard the agonized, heart-rending screams,
With a tremendous magnitude.
I felt the terror in the air,
As the bullet hit me hard.
I saw the hundreds lying dead,
In heaps and mounds, in my school yard.
And the pain, as it radiated,
The warm blood soaking my school shirt,
I felt myself nearing the ground,
My knees finally hit the dirt.
In the midst of fog and smoke,
I caught sight of my mother smile at me,
Felt her warm lips on my forehead,
Heard her voice, a sweet melody.
I saw my father, who was always there,
To pick me up when I fell down,
Saw my siblings, all of them,
And my friends, through the grayish brown.
And as I sensed the full force,
Of a few more shots, on my chest,
I looked up at the gun-man,
Who was, right then, in a state of zest.
As my pure eyes, met his impure ones,
I wasn’t surprised to witness a beast,
Devoid of a heart, sense, feelings and thoughts,
With atrocity and brutality, his soul was creased.
As I felt my head, finally, hitting the ground,
My blood now dripping, on the soil.
And no ordinary soil it is,
It belongs to the valiant, to those who toil.
I stole a glimpse of what was next
With my teary, half-closed eyes.
I saw the youth, the big and small,
Of my nation, stand up and rise.
I sensed their passion, visualized their strength,
How they’ll fight back, face the bullets, the gun.
Fearless and dauntless, they’ll stand steadfast,
They’ll be brave, and will not run.
They’ll move on, knocking down
Walls of inhumanity,
They’ll prove that the terrorists are
Filled with dirt and vanity.
And from the dark, terrorized days,
Our bright nation will finally emerge,
Pure and clean, no terror, no fear,
Terrorism will completely submerge.
With these last thoughts, and a deep sigh,
I shut my eyes and put on a smile.
The name of God was on my lips,
Before I joined the martyrs’ pile.
Written By: Silver ( @BloomInTheMoonlight )
18-12-2014
7:00 PM
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Author’s Note:
Imagine how it would feel when a brother, or a sister, or a daughter, or a son goes to school, and never comes back. Imagine, how would someone feel when, the fifteen, eighteen years they’d spent shaping up their children, bringing them up, dreaming dreams for them, and then in just fifteen minutes all their dreams are destroyed.
On 16th December, 2014, a very deadly, heart-breaking incident took place in Peshawar, Pakistan. Seven terrorists (who, let me make that clear, were not Muslims, because Muslims can never be terrorists, and were not Pakistani’s either) barged into the Army Public School, where they forced little innocent kids, made them stand in a row, and openly fired each one of them. They took hold of young boys and girls, and shot them blindly, their bullets ripping their hearts apart, and the kids’ innocent screams filling the air. They burnt a teacher in front of the terrorized kids, they damaged the buildings, and they burned the place down. All for what? I don’t know. They killed innocent lives, for what, I don’t know. They blew off the candles of various families, young teenage kids, innocent little kids, the future of a country. They killed the teachers, the people who give shape to the nation. They exhibited the worst form of brutality.
No matter what we do, we can never understand the pain of those mothers and fathers, those friends and siblings. We can never comprehend what they’re going through. Never. But what we can do is, we can pray, for those 141 innocent kids and adults who were martyred in this incident. And we can pray to Allah to give patience to their families.
Please, I request you to raise your hands and ask Allah to help us, to help all the Muslims of the world.
(On the right is a small video of just a few students who were martyred.)
