Unending Lament
By : Shahid Khazir Dar
There was a time when this valley of the majestic mountains and of the mesmerizing breezes was a paradise for its people. Gone are the days when its inhabitants used to live without fear as they say now, on we can find the fear in the handful of dust.
There are streets soaked in blood and streams bearing the dreadful memories of the massacres .Hardly one could find a place in Kashmir that has remained untouched by the gruesome violence that has been engulfing this Himalayan state since the decades.
What has not been victimized by what we have been witnessing?
Perhaps nothing everyone has lost the most precious gift that nature bestows upon every human being Tranquilly.Here in Kashmir, an insane could only be termed tranquil, rest are the minds marred by the turbulence.
In worldwide recognized paradise, the hell like situation can be seen through while there is none of the home where the lament of the mother has not been heard _the mother who has seen the tormented body of his lone son, the same mother who has feuded, Nourished and raised his son with the unconditional love, only to find a result with the bullet was destined for him since the day he when he took birth.
The land of blood soaked bodies of the Infant’s, children’s, youths, olds, the men’s and the women’s .Show me the single place of world where there are the graveyards of the youths killed by a bullet in every village, town and in the silence of the forests and even on the Roads where the people are travelling .
Once someone told me that human life is precious, now In front of me it’s an ordinary thing? He felt astonished and replied? What are you talking? I replied it’s a stark reality which I cannot deny, I am fully stand with my answer .He replied How??? I told him visit to my site where I will show you the place which is full graveyards everywhere Gardens, Villages, Towns, on the midst of Bustling city noises and even on the silence of Forests our land has its belly full of blood soaked bodies.
The every Kashmiri is a victim of Social evils; every Kashmiri is now mentally backward, not only mentally but physically by the indiscriminate use of pellets. The news channels get news; the politicians’ gets agenda to counter the government’s, Human Authorities gets Debate and place for their columns.
Here the Kashmir’s who are being killed but Killing for what ………..Raise your voice about justice you will be killed, Throw a stone you will be killed in short if you will do any activity outside or inside the house you have more chances to get killed ,but least chances to be alive. Here the youths dies he doesn’t know why he has been killed, we have witnessed such incidents at the time of their end they murmured What Happened to me ……, This is the question which has let us Dumbfounded. The questions which cost our generations and still we are costing. The Place, which is paradise for outsiders and for us it’s a waiting room. A beautiful waiting Room.
Author is presently Student At Hr School Doabgah can be reached at Shahidkhazir6@gmail.com

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