The Fragrance is Still in the Air

"The fragrance is still in the air"

December is considered to be one of the most romantic and awaited month of the year. When winter is on its peak, snow have covered every tree, Christmas is on the wheel and New Year has charged everyone with the zeal and I must not forget the birthday of our Quaid, Muhammed Ali.

This month maybe important for others but it brings a lot of excitement for the children when they have their winter vacations just in the right time. All set and packed up to spend the vacations in their favorite hill stations and enjoy the snow fall. Even this year, the plan was somewhat the same when the school children went to school just like a regular day in the hope to kill the day faster so that vacations can come close sooner. As this was the last working week and all academic institutions were supposed to be closed from the next week. Everyone was very excited; they all went to school happily but then, what happens?

They were butchered, killed, shot to death. Some were slaughtered, others were blasted, for real, some of them were found with fingers being cut out brutally and feet separated more than an animal. Some were shot in the ears; some got murdered while running for their lives and most of them got killed when they were studying in the classrooms. Though, all in all were bumped off in cold blood just for the reason that they didn't do anything, just because, the schoolboys were little innocent angels who were armless and harmless. Just because their fathers were fighting the battles against the evil and they were studying here, just because, the kids themselves didn't do anything. So that is the reason for which they were slaughtered.

Even, killing or slaughtering of animals has sound rules in Islam if they think they did it for Islam. Rather, the birds and fish are said, not to be haunted in the days of their procreation because they have their younglings and they'll be left alone. Just think about it, indeed, Allah almighty took care of the younglings of the animals. Although, the wild most animals are not killed the way they pieced our beautiful children, our handsome young boys exactly on the verge of their youthful spring. Just, I mean like, just look at those stylish, fashionable, good looking teens who thought of themselves as the heroes of the future and compared themselves with all the popular film-woods of the world; were so excruciatingly chopped by those barbaric hands. Why? What for? Why did they? Answer! No..., they have no answer. They can't answer it. They might not even know the answer themselves.

Many young little ones were running here and there for their lives, including those who surely didn’t know what a gun might be. In fact, the worst of the enemies are not killed this way. They talk about Islam; in truth, Islam doesn't allow the murder of the child of the cruel most enemy. Oh, they were little angels living in the fantasies of their own and worries of their own. Some of them might have thought to be the Superman, while others were impressed with Spiderman. Some were stuck in Mathematics and some were collecting the beads to make the chains of chemistry. The grownups were in the race to be the future doctors and engineers. Many dreams and many stars are murdered. Our future is ripped off. So much talented lads are taken away. The more we talk about it, the lesser it seems. Nevertheless, today we are still in the trauma, we can't get out of it. Many sleepless nights are passed, with the pictures of the kids saved in the eyes. Now, after some time when we have started sleeping, we see them in our dreams as nightmares. We dream of the butchery at night. I take pity on Pakistani nation who instead of dreaming about their fantasies at night, dream of the nightmares that they would never like to dream about. We dream of the bairns who lie dead, showered in their own red; we see those inhuman barbarians who bloodbath our delicate buds. We see all what happened and what we have heard about, practically at night.

No my dear kids nooo.....! You are not forgotten. You are still in our dreams, in our eyes and our minds. We might have restarted living but our hearts are with you and our minds thinking about you. Your fragrance is still in the air, it’s there. Your sacrifice for the nation is not so feeble to be forgotten so easily. You are still in the air! The air is filled with the fragrance of your blood.