I remember the day
when some foreign soldiers
entered our house
and took my dad away
my innocent and helpless dad.
From that day on
we never saw him again
and don’t know
whether he is dead or alive.
My mom waited for his return
for almost 25 years,
she did hard work
and tolerated every hardship
to earn something
to raise us
and educate us.
Till one day
Allah decided
to end her difficulties
And shorten her wait.
I can never forget
that day
when a bullet came
and it hit her head.
she collapsed on the ground
with a stream of blood
pouring from her.
I tolerated that scene
seeing my dearest mom
lying in an ocean of blood.
she breathed her last
and I could
to do nothing
except cry.
I buried my mom
with my own hands.
Now I have none
except my younger sister
enjoined on me
by mom
to take care of her
and lavish love upon her.
(11 January 2007 -Islamabad)
2 comments:
hey hajira! that was beautifully written! i admire your patriotism and honest love for your country! may you have a great and lovely future, and may your country rise to the greatness that was meant for it! best wishes and love!
mashAllah dear hajira my littil sister u cant imagine that how much im proud of u.
ur a littl child but a great thinker.i realy oppreciate ur thoughts and ur real love for ur country and ur innocent nation, keep it up.
in fact its a great pen struggle.
the way u write it really affects hearts thoughts and minds.
wish u succeful life
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