16 December 2014

16 December was the day humanity saw one of it’s worst days. 6 terrorists entered the Army Public School in Peshawar killing 141 innocent people which consisted of 132 children.

In the faint light you could hear the distant peals of a telephone ringing and heavy footsteps moving from one place to another.

Riya tried to wiggle her arms and legs but failed.

She slowly turned on her back and looked at the big red stain on her uniform. She had been bleeding profusely..

Riya immediately understood that these were her last moments, her last breaths. Fighting to keep her eyelids open, she peeked on her right side and saw her best friend, Anay.

” Probably unconscious.”

But this thought only consoled her for a second or two.

The telephone ringing stopped abruptly and she heard a faint voice near her .

“Yes, I am here. Really bad condition. A terrorist attack probably.”

Those were the last words she heard. She lost the battle to keep her eyelids open. They fluttered close and surrendered to the inhumane works which the people did. The terrorist had once again ended the lives of mere children.

Her dying soul made one last wish to God before succumbing.

“Let people remember what happened. May the sacrifices of these innocents not be gone to waste and let the world remember this day when humankind joins hands to bring terrorism to its knees. May this day be the day of rebellion.”

The Confessions of a suicidal mind

As I stood on the raised platform, I forced myself to contemplate one last time what had really gone wrong before I take the last step.
Constant criticism, hate, failures are faced by everyone on this planet but what happens when you succumb? 
You lose hope. Hope to love, hope to enjoy and most importantly hope to live.
I had unfortunately walked that path in a small time.
I used to have many dreams as a kid. Success, material possessions, an independent life but who knew I wouldn’t even be able to endure this starting walk of life. Being the star student of my class I was always in the spotlight. But all went downhill from the mid year of grade 11 when things started slipping away from my hand.
I had no idea what to do then. Maybe if I had given myself one more chance I won’t be here.
But all this had to end here. Right here, right now. It hurt too much to keep going.
Just one more step….
” Ria.” I heard loud banging noises on the locked door behind me.
“Sorry.” 
A loud thump was heard as the door flew open. 
Gravity had indeed done it’s job.