Those incessant mourns,inflecting shrieks and that blazing sun hardly managed to bring Hameed back to his senses…
Hameed, a 40 year old man of evident splendor known for his stern visage and die hard strength is now lying in the courtyard, numb and dull because of the stark consternation posed by her lone daughter’s death in a peaceful protest, they say.
Whenever he tried to get up from that awkward pose,he was ceased by shivering intensity of cries out there that sounds “wapas yetai mahareni, walai yetami, wapas yetai” (come back my bride come back).
The children amazed by the beauty of destruction continued with their innocent smiles, a mob of around 40 people surround the courtyard ,Hameed being the centre of attention.
“Everything will be alright, Inshallah” An old man with thick white beard and a pure white sere in face said, the answer escaped hameed’s lips in low tone “she was only 21”
Old man:” you got to be patient”
“she was innocent” replied Hameed, “She will be granted jannats, inshallah” said that old man on looking at sky.
“OH Yes, Janna..it’s good” Hameed elated for a moment soon ended saying “but she’s dead; my daughter”. “Everyone has to taste death once ,my son” replied the old man in a grave tone and finds his way out but halted on hearing the words of Hameed “Moulana, it isn’t easy to die, it isn’t easy to die… ”
There’s no paucity of Hameeds in valley of Kashmir. Everyone has a distinct story but the same pangs of desolation. Most of them planning to better their rise lurk in the ambient environment throwing their arrows at the sky, which promise no good but what better can they do. Left at the mercy of God, these people tend to secure a place below the ground than above it. Finding paper more patient than anything they jotted down the welled tears of their eyes but yet failed to get an answer to the queries that lingered through the ages and are still reverberating, that was it their religion or their nation that erred their fate.
“Lamho ne khata ki, Sadiyoon ne saza paie” centuries paid for erred moments
“Can I dine out for a sec,abaa” Yamin,the 7 years old youngest son of Hameed asked him after a month of her sister’s death. “No, my son u see it is still not over” replied Hameed.
Yamin: “But the curfew had been there since months…why don’t we celebrate Eid as we used to celebrate it earlier???
“Woe to those clouds that doesn’t let that crescent shine”
Yamin inquired “where is my sister?i want to go to my sister,will u lead me there”
“No I can’t. …but the KASHMIR does promise you of an early meet”
Author: Baleekh u din Mohammad Osman dawer
2nd year MBBS, ASCOMS