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On 16 December 2014, six gunmen affiliated with the Tehrik-i-Taliban conducted a terrorist attack on the Army Public School in the northwestern Pakistani city of Peshawar. The militants, all of whom were foreign nationals, included one Chechen, three Arabs and two Afghans. They entered the school and opened fire on school staff and children killing 149 people including 132 schoolchildren, ranging between eight and eighteen years of age making it the world's fourth deadliest school massacre.

Deeply affected by this cruelty and in an attempt to keep up the spirit of bravery and forgiveness alive, I penned down this memoir in the memory of the slain. 

An Ode To Fear & Forgiveness

They jumped over the walls, carrying death in their jackets

They slyly slid in the classrooms, with cowardly manhood’s

They forgot for a moment that they were fathers too

They forgot for a moment, that the kid could be theirs too

They were prepared to die and they were prepared to kill

They were paid for what they call ‘Gods Will’

Their spines curved, and their footsteps sedated

Their will made up, to kill the helpless

They slithered in finding victory in the defeated battle

They opened fire, for a cause they thought they were guarding

Gruesome. Frightening. Ghastly. Inhumane.

They killed those little ones, in front of the education they were observing

A bullet in the head and a bullet in the stomach

A bullet piercing the heart and a bullet blowing up the brain

Innocence was killed by men without stomachs,

Beliefs were murdered by men so spineless

Education was insulted by men trying to redefine it

Humanity was slain, by the lily livered folk

They did not stop, in spite of the school drenched in blood

They did not tremble, in spite of the shrieks which pierced

All they saw was, how many they killed

All they saw was, how many they ‘achieved’

They named their slaughter as a ransom paid to God

They named the bloodbath created as a redemption for justice

Wish they had heard their own sons cry amongst them

Wish they had heard their own Gods pleading to them

And when they were done with their fatal act

And when their time came to give up their deathly pact

Boom, they blew up their own selves

Like defeated men, in the face of humanity

Like crushed souls, in the face of togetherness

Like overpowered cowards, in the face of a nation.

Salute to the little ones, who fought their best

Salute to the children, who faced their destinies so powerless

Salute to the little hopes, who came out alive

Salute to the little martyrs, who were finally laid to rest.

May the slayers go up there with victorious faces

May their own Gods, slap those shameful victories

May the same Gods, give strength to the mothers

May the same Gods, give strength to those fathers

And when the little kids meet their assassins up there

May those compassionate ones forgive them any way

And this very forgiveness will kill those assassins, a little more each day.


Disclaimer: All views expressed or deduced are personal opinions and should not hold for/against any beliefs, religion or incidence.  

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