Between the coffins (part 1)
10th January, 2012 it would be like any other day if those series of bomb blasts were not happened . The sun rays were the same, cool breeze were blowing assuring us the world famous winter of Quetta, the weather was a bit foggy . The life was so normal when around 3:45 pm we heard the blast . I was taking after noon nap . The bomb blast was near around so its explosion can be heard clearly . Like any other human being I was worried though people say that when you are in Quetta you become habitual of Gun Shots and bomb blasts . In my case the gunshot assumption is right since we have Many Pathan neighbours who fire the gun frequently weather it's wedding or a male child birth but a bomb blast is an exception . We turned on the TV.its reported that bomb blast hit the FC convey on mezan Chowk , one of the most crowded business Center of Quetta . It took 15 innocent lives and 30 injured people who will have to strive hard for their lives afterwards . The explosion was huge and it almost changed the view of mezan Chowk . We see collapsed shops , many afghani caps who once
Belonged to Their alive owners. I saw many pair of shoes and traditional foot wear embroidered with balochi and afghan craft . They were the attraction for tourists in peaceful times . Now the same attractions were soaking in blood . It made my eyes wet , thinking of peaceful times when we were strangers to bomb blasts and so called owners of Islam.
Thanks to news channels who were covering this blood filled happening minute by minute . I saw injured people who fortunately escaped the death but still they were too close to death . Some of them lost their hands , some were forced to Leave without their vision anymore .
there were children also who were wondering about what they have done ? Why they are put in such a painful situation ? Children are children . Their eyes , their thinking are same no matter which tribe they belong to. The frighten children eyes , crying of pain and worry remind me the eyes of my own tribe 's children . The most innocent nation , Quetta which is made a slaughter house for them for two decades . Shadows of worry and uncertainty were driving my mind . Leaving me in absolute powerless state ...
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Belonged to Their alive owners. I saw many pair of shoes and traditional foot wear embroidered with balochi and afghan craft . They were the attraction for tourists in peaceful times . Now the same attractions were soaking in blood . It made my eyes wet , thinking of peaceful times when we were strangers to bomb blasts and so called owners of Islam.
Thanks to news channels who were covering this blood filled happening minute by minute . I saw injured people who fortunately escaped the death but still they were too close to death . Some of them lost their hands , some were forced to Leave without their vision anymore .
there were children also who were wondering about what they have done ? Why they are put in such a painful situation ? Children are children . Their eyes , their thinking are same no matter which tribe they belong to. The frighten children eyes , crying of pain and worry remind me the eyes of my own tribe 's children . The most innocent nation , Quetta which is made a slaughter house for them for two decades . Shadows of worry and uncertainty were driving my mind . Leaving me in absolute powerless state ...
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