Syeda Sibgha Haider
How tragic and remorseful it was to watch and feel…the gruesome genocide of innocence, the vulnerable cries of the mothers, the blood stained bodies, and the small coffins: is this the world we want our children to be born in? I believe it is high time to sit down and sternly re-consider: are we worthy of being called humans?
I keep staring at the blank word processing document. The cursor blinks continuously- ready to host my thoughts: am I ready for this? Am I ready to act oblivious to the pain, jot down a hundred words and continue with my daily chores? Am I ready to erase 16th of December 2014 from my memory? Are we, as a nation, ready to ‘move on’?
Majority of you might dismiss my rhetorical questions. Reality check: I will forget. You will forget. The world will forget. However, the mother, waiting for her son to show up just because she made his favourite biryani for lunch, won’t. The father, who was supposed to take his son to the market, is now carrying his coffin to the mosque: he won’t.
It is undemanding to put up black display pictures, tweet about how the killings should ‘not have taken place’ or put up a Facebook status sharing your sincere condolences with the families of the deceased. It is facile to decry this callous act or call an emergency all- party conference from the luxury of one’s house. It is effortless to call off sit-ins, hold peace walks, light candles or host TV shows wearing all white. It is easy to distribute a small amount of money amongst the families who lost their glowing lamps and believe that the job is done. It is easy to show our solidarity as one nation using hashtags. What isn’t easy is to be them.
So Mr PM, I ask you: how many more? How many of us would have to die in the name of religion, by the so called Tehreek-e-Taliban? How many more laps will be tormented? Do our tears hold no gravity? How and when will you decide to avenge the deaths of the 144 wilted flowers? Isn’t there an exigency to punish the people responsible for the agonized hearts of the mothers of KPK and to design a long term solid policy to minimize such incidents in future? How can we flourish when we fear sending our children to school?
So much so for the ‘gift’ on the anniversary of the fall of Dhaka…
Let us learn the lesson to restructure our national mind set to eradicate terrorism from this red-rimmed nation.