To,
The man who killed me,
My Dad was a part of the mission.
Yes.
He was involved in the task which led you to do this. My Abbu went with his unit to clear off your village or more precisely, kill your wives, sons and daughters.
I remember that night.
He used to call me every night, ask about my health, homework, food, fights with Sameer and I happily answered all of it. His strong voice was a rejoice to hear and moreover it gave me strength to not worry about him. But that night was different. His voice felt weak and wobbly. It seemed as if he had cried before calling me. That night, my voice was a strength to him.
It was when he came back home that I realized what made his voice weak that night, when I overheard Abbu and Ammi's conversation.
That night he had killed your family. That night he killed your wife, he killed your son, without pondering over your sentiments of watching your loved one's die. That night, he murdered the only love remaining in you.
Now, you've killed Abbu's son too. I hope you feel satisfied.
That night while you were crying with your wife and son's dead bodies in your arms, Abbu was weeping on the phone with his son on the other side. Today, Abbu is still crying with his hands wrapped around my lifeless body while YOU would be smiling somewhere, taking pride in what you did.
I'm dead.
Your revenge - taken.
When you came in my class, I got frightened. Frightened, as you had a rifle in your hands. In no time, you started shooting. I had closed my eyes while you were shooting my friends, still unaware of the fact that I was a soldier's son and you had come to kill me. When your gun pointed at me and you asked my father's name, I was choking yet I spoke with all the strength left in me.
"MAJOR RAFIQ KHAN"
Your rifle's sound is all I remember then. Maybe the bullet had hit my head.
I was scared at that time. But now I'm proud that my last words were my father's name. When I uttered his name at the top of my voice, it gave me strength to face your fright.
One day when I was strolling along the streets of Peshawar with my friends, a long nicely-built man came to us and told us about your group. He wanted us to come with him and join your group. But we ran. We ran till we reached the safe confinements of the army cantonment. We ran until we couldn't breathe. This was the level of our scare of you!
I remember him telling us about Jannnat. It sounded as a great place but as I sit down to write, I must tell you - it's not the same as he described.
Apparently, it's weird here. Just long stretch of barren land encircled by a white hazy horizon - that's quite it. Or maybe I'm in hell. But what wrong did I do to reach here? Moreover, hell's description was a lot more scarier than how this place is.
There are many peculiar aspects about this place. No boundaries, no religions, everyone looks similar, besides I haven't met God yet. Maybe in the beginning, earth would've been the same as this place. Boundaries......Religions......Wars....these came later with man.
I'm not writing anything to Abbu and Ammi. They're already shocked enough to read anything from me.
I hope you are feeling good right now.
I wish to meet your son over here, as above all we've both been killed by each other's Dads! I want to meet him and talk to him about how Abbu's men killed him. We need to find out what led our Dads to kill us. And don't you worry about him. Once we find out the reasons, we'll stay together. I'll take care of him as beyond everything, I was a soldier's son.
Your victim.
The man who killed me,
My Dad was a part of the mission.
Yes.
He was involved in the task which led you to do this. My Abbu went with his unit to clear off your village or more precisely, kill your wives, sons and daughters.
I remember that night.
He used to call me every night, ask about my health, homework, food, fights with Sameer and I happily answered all of it. His strong voice was a rejoice to hear and moreover it gave me strength to not worry about him. But that night was different. His voice felt weak and wobbly. It seemed as if he had cried before calling me. That night, my voice was a strength to him.
It was when he came back home that I realized what made his voice weak that night, when I overheard Abbu and Ammi's conversation.
That night he had killed your family. That night he killed your wife, he killed your son, without pondering over your sentiments of watching your loved one's die. That night, he murdered the only love remaining in you.
Now, you've killed Abbu's son too. I hope you feel satisfied.
That night while you were crying with your wife and son's dead bodies in your arms, Abbu was weeping on the phone with his son on the other side. Today, Abbu is still crying with his hands wrapped around my lifeless body while YOU would be smiling somewhere, taking pride in what you did.
I'm dead.
Your revenge - taken.
When you came in my class, I got frightened. Frightened, as you had a rifle in your hands. In no time, you started shooting. I had closed my eyes while you were shooting my friends, still unaware of the fact that I was a soldier's son and you had come to kill me. When your gun pointed at me and you asked my father's name, I was choking yet I spoke with all the strength left in me.
"MAJOR RAFIQ KHAN"
Your rifle's sound is all I remember then. Maybe the bullet had hit my head.
I was scared at that time. But now I'm proud that my last words were my father's name. When I uttered his name at the top of my voice, it gave me strength to face your fright.
One day when I was strolling along the streets of Peshawar with my friends, a long nicely-built man came to us and told us about your group. He wanted us to come with him and join your group. But we ran. We ran till we reached the safe confinements of the army cantonment. We ran until we couldn't breathe. This was the level of our scare of you!
I remember him telling us about Jannnat. It sounded as a great place but as I sit down to write, I must tell you - it's not the same as he described.
Apparently, it's weird here. Just long stretch of barren land encircled by a white hazy horizon - that's quite it. Or maybe I'm in hell. But what wrong did I do to reach here? Moreover, hell's description was a lot more scarier than how this place is.
There are many peculiar aspects about this place. No boundaries, no religions, everyone looks similar, besides I haven't met God yet. Maybe in the beginning, earth would've been the same as this place. Boundaries......Religions......Wars....these came later with man.
I'm not writing anything to Abbu and Ammi. They're already shocked enough to read anything from me.
I hope you are feeling good right now.
I wish to meet your son over here, as above all we've both been killed by each other's Dads! I want to meet him and talk to him about how Abbu's men killed him. We need to find out what led our Dads to kill us. And don't you worry about him. Once we find out the reasons, we'll stay together. I'll take care of him as beyond everything, I was a soldier's son.
Your victim.
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