Yet again, many are traumatized.
Bomb blasts are never pleasant. And guess what's worse? Experiencing them.
On Monday, 5th September 2011, I experienced yet another bomb blast. This time.. I was almost dead.
I left home early on Monday just so I could get to class before time and complete my work which I hadn't completed due to my laziness. The weather was very pleasant. I asked my driver to turn off the AC and open the windows. I felt like enjoying the wind even though it completely ruined my hair. I reached school at about 7 : 25. I normally leave at 7 : 25 but I left early that day. So anyways, I looked at the time and felt happy about the fact that I still had time to complete my work and submit it. I sat back and waited for the car in front of mine to drop of their child so my car could move. As I sat their in joy the most unexpected thing happened. BOOM went another bomb blast at Aslam Chaudhary's place. I was still in my car when I saw a black mushroom cloud coming out of my school's building. My car's windscreen cracked.I was horrified. I thought the bomb blast happened inside my school since it had been receiving such threats since very long. The only thing I could think about were my friends and my Aunt whose house was situated behind Aslam Chaudhary's. I just wanted to know if they were all safe. Panic grew. People started rushing back home. And the parents that had already dropped off their kids came back to get them. There was a huge traffic jam. I, by the help of god and my very wise pathan driver ( hats-off to pathans ), Got out of it asap. I got home, picked up my cell phones and started making calls. And alhamdullilah, all my friends were safe. My mom is very sensitive. As soon as she found out about it she hugged me and burst into tears since she was worried about my aunt. We went over to their place to see if everything was fine. Their house was WRECKED! Not a single glass was on its place. The windows, the doors, they all went flying. My school was wrecked as well. The roof cracked. The windows broke. Little kindergarten kids were injured. A very close friend of mine was inside the school when this horrifying event took place. She ran out in time but she was traumatized after seeing little kids bleeding. Glasses on the floor. Kids running out and parents crying.
Aslam Chaudary and his family were safe. But guess who died? His policemen and servants. An innocent 8-year old child and his mother, who was a very dedicated teacher, Miss Mumtaz.
4 schools were affected. Beaconhouse school system. LGS. Washington International school and CAS. Many lives were lost. Home is supposed to be a place where you feel safe. A place where one forgets all his worries and closes his eyes with the hope of waking up to a better morning. Where will one feel safe if a bomb blasts right next to one's place? What about the innocent children that wake up for school everyday in the hope of learning something new or just meeting their friends? What have they done? And the parents? Who gave you such a right to take away their children's lives? What kind of animals are you? Terrorizing the country. Giving birth to hatred. Taking away lives. May you rot in hell terrorists! LEAVE OUR COUNTRY. WE WANT PEACE. WE WANT TO FEEL SAFE. WE MISS OUR LIVES. We miss the time when we got out of our homes with no worries. When a mother sent her child to school without being afraid. When children knew that if their father was at work till midnight, he'd be safe. We need to feel safe again. :'(
May the ones that died RIP.
And the one that was behind this blast, MAY YOU ROT IN HELL. Amen.