It was a sunny day outside. The little sparrows were chirping and urging me to get up. I was still rolling in my cozy bed. Though the day was akin to all days but it seemed to me portended for unknown reason. I was feeling somewhat sick at my stomach. I was not in mood to go to school.
Ammi got up early in morning to get me ready for school. I told her that my belly was stinging hard. She took me in her arms and caressed me. She asked me to wipe out rolling pearls of my eyes. I cannot forget the last loving moments in the company of my Ammi. She lovingly made me understood to go to school.
Ammi prepared the basket of lunch along with the school bag. She also asked Abbu to take me to school on his bike. I complained to Abbbu about my illness but he also considered it as one of the tricks to remain at home. He promised me to buy a pretty dress on my birthday which was on the next day.
Abbu dropped me at school. Some of the students were playing joyously in the garden of school. The classes were going on as usual. It was my favourite teacher’s class of English. We were getting lessons in English. I was a very attentive in the class though my stomach was aching.
Meanwhile, there we heard tumultuous sound of gun firing. Our teacher rushed and locked the door. She also asked us to silently lie on the floor. There were five to six gunmen loitering around the school. They initially fired in the air. We were too scared to hear the firing sound. The loud screaming and crying of children fetched the atmosphere of utter frightfulness. The whole school was under threat.
One of the men rushed to the door of class. He broke down the firing at us. Everyone was under life threat. We were screaming and running here and there to save ourselves. The baskets and the schoolbags were strewn everywhere.
I came to learn that I had got a bullet in that messy situation. I fell down on the floor unconscious.
I saw my body was being carried into casket after an hour. My Ammi and Abbu were crying and mourning for me. Ammi was wailing. She was blaming herself why she had sent forcefully to me to school on that ominous day. My Abbu had been planning to celebrate my tenth birthday the next day. He was feeling void for not fulfilling his promise to buy me a pretty dress. Ammi soon went in
unconsciousness and fell down.
I have never thought that I would lose my basket and get into casket for no fault.
“ I lost my dream of being a good human being,
playing with friends and wondering in dreams.
I lost my family for no fault,
Why people hold innocent at the point of colt?”
– PROF. ANIL ANDEL