I see many of us have changed our profile pictures and cover photos and updated statuses to satisfy our souls and be a part of the latest happening. Weve followed the news all day and shared every new number of casualties displayed repeatedly by the media. Weve all listened to the survivors answering medias insensitive questions, and we have all felt terribly sorry for the mourning, weeping parents. Their eyes desperately searching for their child, his bag, his shoes, his sign of life.... But at some level we all think this can never happen to us. It can. Nothing, and I repeat, nothing can compare the agony of losing a child. It is the worlds most unexplainable, yet the most gut wrenching of feelings anyone can ever experience. I have lost two, and not a single day goes by when I dont think of them. Two young souls I neither saw, nor held, yet they live in my heart every single moment of every living day. If that can be so terribly difficult, how can the parents of these grown up children, with eyes full of life and days filled with chatter, ever move on? The mothers who mustve laid their uniforms out last night, who mustve made sure everything was in order. Checked the bags and kissed them good night. Like we do. Who would have woken them up today and urged them to hurry up in reply to the plea to sleep a bit more and nagged them to finish breakfast. Like we do. Who wouldve kissed the foreheads and waved them good bye, and probably asked them what they want for lunch. Who mustve cleaned up after they left, thinking of all the things her child will need tomorrow. Who then wouldve planned her day so that shes done by the time the kids return from school...like we do. The fathers. Oh the father, who had dreams and plans for his child. Who mustve slipped some money in his pocket as he left for school. Who mustve checked if the tie was well knotted and the shoes were shining. Who mustve told him to do well in the exam and had planned the winter break on their way to school... How will they go on? Their hopes, dreams and plans have come to a sudden, cruel halt. You see death is a strange phenomenon. Those who survive need closure. For that they need to know what happened, how it happened, what couldve been done to prevent it and whos to blame. Closure is what makes one move on. How will they find closure when their moments with their angels have been cut short in the most barbaric of manners, by the most inhuman of humans, who neither have a reason nor care to give one. How they mustve wished they hadnt sent their child to school today. How the mother must have wished shed let the son sleep longer... Who will tell them why tomorrow morning the alarm wont go off? Why the clean uniform isnt needed anymore? Why no one will pick that bag, or finish the breakfast and why the polished shoes will no longer come home dirty? Why the lunch she had cooked so lovingly will not be eaten? They will wake up in the middle of the night and their hearts will stop beating when they realise the bed in the next room is vacant. The voice has been silenced. The twinkle in the eyes has died. You know they wouldnt want to wake up tomorrow morning. They wouldnt. Like we wouldnt. .. But we think it cant happen to us, right? It can. And it can be us asking these questions, searching for answers and looking for closure...it can be us. - Maira Omair Rana.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 05:55:32 +0000
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