This happened with the "Nation" at the very next day of APS incident
I was emotionally sick, and was in dreadful pain. The speedy
flow of my thoughts had already thrown me in depression and there was no remedy
to cure. Because the depression was in air, the sorrow could be sensed in
atmosphere.
That morning, when I entered to my work place, I sensed the
grief around, the fear was stagnant there and the horror was sketched on
everyone’s face. As a teacher at the reputable school of Karachi, I needed to
conduct the assembly, but the short strength at school, worried faces and
questioning eyes and the buzzing of students weren’t allowed me to do in that conventional
manner.
But I tried and soon, the assembly
presentation had commenced. Usually, we start with the orthodox lines
“Good Morning” “how are you?”
But this time it was bit
different. Actually, very much different.
I uttered,
“Before starting the assembly presentation, let’s recite the surah e fatiha for all those students
who sacrificed their lives on 16th December.”
There was buzzing around, the
unspoken questions, the heartache, the
big-lost were quiet evident on students’ faces. And I was shaken by those
gazing eyes.
And soon I understood, that the
students were facing the same trance as me, they were facing the same fear
alike me, their brains were questioning like me, and hence, they were in the same
emotional maze where I stood
Just after wrap-up, I immediately left
the assembly hall and was wondering about 16th December, Army Public
school’s assembly.
I was wondering about the unpredictability of
life, those buds would surely have never imagined that the assembly was their
last gathering with their companion and principal.
I mean who thought like this at
the age of 10-14.
I hushed-up all those thought and
was rushed in my class, III-A.
They greeted and I responded, they
were serious and I tried too hard to hide my hesitation. I said,
“How are you all?” “So, no smiles
on faces”
At that time, the most confident Barbie
doll of my class stood in front of me and said
“Hum bhi mar jaen gye kia?” “un
bachon ko kis nay mara tha” “Miss un bachon ko mara kuin tha?”
I was shocked, I thought that they
are kids, they shouldn’t know this all. I was shaken and immediately responded,
“No my dear, and who told you about this?” “It’s not true; nobody dares
to touch you” “i was the game telecasted on T.V, nothing serious”
She said “my parents were watching
T.V and I watched it too” and said, “No Ms, that was not the game, it actually
happened in Peshawar. Can anyone enters to our school and could kill us?”
Her question made me teary. I had
no answer. I hugged her and left the class to hide my tears.
At that time, i thought that if the girl of 6 years is in such emotional turbulence then what emotional voilence is being experienced nationwide.
Trust me! That day was the toughest
day for me? Many questions were asked and I had no reply but a prayer, curse and a wish;
Prayer for the victims and curse to the culprits and wish to wipe this incident from the pages of history
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