An Open Letter From a Dead Child To His Mother On His Death Anniversary

This letter is so beautifully written and is straight from the heart.

Reading it has my tears flowing and I wish that this had never happened and that it would never be repeated.

Why are some people so cruel? What do they hope to achieve? If it is seriously martyrdom and eternal glory, then I believe that they are mistaken. Whatever name we give to God, Allah, Jehovah, the Creator, if we accept that He gave life and that it is His to take away, then, when it comes to judgement, He is going to be extremely upset with the perpetrators of such abhorrent atrocities. They might be expecting to enter Paradise, but they may find that the gates are locked against them.

Oh. I feel so sad, but I admire you for being able to write such a wonderful piece. Thank you, Lala Rukh, for sharing that love.

White Shadows

A mother crying on the death of her child- Peshawar School Attack 16 December 2014, Pakistan.

Ma!

It’s 16 December. The day you saw my blood stained dead body. The day you died along with me. It’s our first death anniversary Ma.

I can see your red swollen eyes today, you didn’t sleep Ma, I know it. I can see your hands tremble while you make tea for Baba. I can hear that painful unspoken conversation between you and Baba. When you look at each other and say nothing, your silence tells me all. The wails of your heart and the cries of Baba’s eyes, they pierce my heart. It’s been a whole year since that happened, but you still live in the moment I died. The days after that, they didn’t pass for you.

I know you can see the wound of bullet on my head bleeding again today…

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