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 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.
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