Eulogy ………….

6th January, 2014.

The First Monday dawn of the New Year was bitterly cold, he couldn’t sleep all night and felt tired. It was an important day for him, he had to take a test at the school today for which he was preparing for last many weeks, he sacrificed many evenings of football and cricket practice, the games he loved to play, to understand the difficult subject and knew, failure was not an option. He left his warm “Lihaaf” and went to the small nearby mosque to offer Fajar prayers ……..  while going through the practiced ritual of ablution, he looked up and saw the navy sky with a few twinkling stars, and splashed the ice cold water on his face ………….. He wished he could fly …………. Being a pilot was his dream ……………..……….  The same dream and passion shared by 90% of the boys, his age, living in small villages and monstrous cities of the land of the pure, alike ………….

He was an average student, a bit naughty, a little over weight and very careless, a typical teen ager, baffled by the load of newly found information, perplexed by the perils of puberty and amazed at the weirdness of the vast, wild world. Raging hormones playing havoc with the naïve mind ……

He belonged to the lost generation of Pakistani youth, the kids of a lesser God, the clueless custodians of a probable future, the whole nation,  firmly refused to train, and turn into valuable assets…………… But those who knew the potential, spotted the talent easily, and he was the chosen one, his teachers groomed him well, and today was payback time …………….

Assalam O Alikum wa rehmatullah …………. He repeated twice, and sent “Salamti” ………. To his right and left ………………. And sat silently, for a while ……………….. He was scared ………… He prayed with all the faith and conviction he had … and left the mosque ………………..

He got ready and walked briskly towards the school, on the streets of the small town, located in the North Western Frontier Province , the usual plethora of early morning activities was going around, everyone was in some sort of a hurry, there was aroma of freshly brewed Kehwa and Parathas in the air, he didn’t have breakfast that day and felt nauseous …………. With every step he took he thought ………….. He thought about his mother, his younger siblings, his promise that one day he will make them all proud,  May be today was the day …………….

Each thought slowed him down, and every step that took him closer to the building felt like a mile long, he was dizzy, his head spinning, and he wanted to run away ……………….. The gate was closed when he reached there, and the morning assembly had already started ……………… He could hear a young boy reciting the verses of Holy Quran …………. And suddenly he saw someone …………..

Another boy wearing the same uniform, walked towards him and asked him who he was, and what was he doing there …………… ??

How could he tell him?? It is never a good time to get engaged in small talk, when you are already late to carry out a suicidal bomb attack …………..

He ran towards the school gate with a grenade in his hand and heard the boy shouting “ Khud Kush ….. Khud Kush” ……………………. A fourteen years old student of Class 9th, who was also late from school that day, threw a stone at him which he dodged tactfully. The bulky kid tried to stop him and grabbed him, both of them fell on the ground, and then there was a very loud noise ………… Followed by deafening silence and a strong stench of burning human flesh in the air ……….. The incinerated area was the witness of martyrdom ……….

Both of them loved to play cricket and football and shared the dream of becoming a pilot one day ………………………  The country lost two young men, one sacrificed his future and life in exchange of a promise for the highest place in heaven, and was exploited in the name of the religion, and the other embraced martyrdom, to protect the future of many kids of the country, that was found in the name of the same religion ……………………..

They shared the date, time and cause of death too, I don’t know whether they play for the same team in heaven or not ………… Their abodes in jannat are identical, though on earth one is resting in a grave adorned with garlands, rose petals and fragrant wicks, and the other ??…………

Two mothers lost their sons, one was proud of the bravery her progeny showed, and the respect he brought to the whole family in this world, and the other was content that her sacrifice will be acknowledged in the afterlife for sure …………..  Both of them cried that night, and knew they will never be able to kiss the foreheads of their children again ……………………. There was a huge difference in the  compensation they received from the government and the banned organization respectively but the share of pain, grief and loss they got, was exactly the same……………. The tears they both shed, were identical ………….. priceless ……………

After a Few Days …………………..

The Govt. School became the center of attention for the media world wide, TRPs of the news channels soared when they showed reports, documentaries and news based on the courage of the young boy who became a national hero, every one paid their tributes ……… He became a social media sensation, Articles were published, praising him,

Struggling writers wrote sentimental stories in the hope of getting their two minutes of fame ……………..

The security of the posh and prestigious educational institutions, that neither produced a suicide bomber nor a brave national hero, ever, was tightened ………….. while people who studied there and shared his story on their Facebook walls and tweeted with his name hash tagged, laughed at the idea that the most exclusive and expensive school on Mall Road, should be re-named after him ………..

Being called an “Aitzazian” seemed very “LMC”……………..

“Allah O’ Akbar” a formation of youngsters shouted with gusto, as they resumed training ……..

A bunch of crows feasted on some chunks of human flesh still hanging on the nearby trees ………….

Seemi.

20th January, 2014.

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7 thoughts on “Eulogy ………….

  1. It’s beautiful…by the time I finished, I had a heavy heart and tears in the eyes… We need stories of real life heroes to tell to our kids and this boy just gave us one..thanks Seemi..it was pure pleasure.

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  2. I followed the story in national media for some time.

    Maybe, our law enforcement agencies also need to write an eulogy for their respective departments. This kid sacrificed his life because contingents of suicide bombers is a local product – export quality! It is produced right under the noses of the best military and the best Intelligence Agency in the world!

    I am sure we have earned some foreign exchange out of the product – should help our economy.

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