Living in a Nightmare

You give an exam. You come home. You sit down to relax and turn on the TV. The site that greets you chills your blood. Army Public School on Warsak Road Peshawar has been taken over by the Taliban.

Your body goes numb and your mind immediately drifts to all those friends in Peshawar and you have tears in your eyes. More than 15 dead and 30 injured, in a matter of two hours. You slowly start to realize the value of a human life in Pakistan. You slowly start to realize what types of sick bastards inhibit this planet and run rampant on it in the name of religion.

Almost everyday there is a bomb blast in Pakistan. Almost everyday at least 10 people die. And we have become so used to it by now that we don’t even bat an eye. Yes, we do feel sorry, we do feel bad but that feeling of furious indignation I feel right now we don’t feel that unless something major happens that jolts us out of this walking nightmare that we have learned to live in.

What is the difference between this attack and any other? Nothing much except this time they went for children. Our children. Pakistan’s children. But then again this has happened many times before but since we see only what the media shows us, we are all shocked.

Even as I write this the number of dead is now estimated to be 104 including 84 children. Dead. Gone. No more. You have to wonder how badly did we mess up that we are reduced to this? We are reduced to watching militants enter an army run school and kill 84 children, we are reduced to watching as a mother holds the body of her dead  child in her arms and cries, we are reduced to watching ambulances rushing to hospitals on the occasion of eid, we are reduced to watching as a mad crowd burns a couple to death, we are reduced to watching as rapists and murderers run free, we are reduced to watching as a 6 month old baby and a 7 year old child are burned to death in the name of religion when they don’t even know what religion is.

As we stand and watch and watch our humanity is reduced too. It is reduced to the point where it is only a tiny fragment of itself and then we have no choice but to stand and watch. Today is a black day in the history of Pakistan. Today is the blackest day in the history of Pakistan. Tens of children slaughtered by the so called champions of Islam. Families broken up. Children dead. Children watching their siblings and friends die and here I was crying because I didn’t have a good exam.

If this doesn’t wake us up we are as good as dead. A huge shout out to our lovely pillars of democracy;while you argue over petty issues we are dying. Who will be there for you to govern, Mr. Sharif when we are dead? Who will be there for you to tax when we are dead, Mr. Zardari? Who will be there for you to educate when we are dead, Mr. Khan? We are dying. Our children are dying and with them our future.

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