Dear Readers,
Today morning's ghastly attack on children attending school at Peshawar in Pakistan has jolted many of us who followed the bone-chilling news on television and saw and heard the mourns and cries of the innocent- both pupils and their parents. I was left in a state of shock and agony after I shut down the TV set.
Of all the scenes and interviews which were being telecast, the one image that tore my heart apart was an interview of a father caught on tenterhooks outside the school compound. A middle aged person with a respectable mustache on his round swarthy face was speaking in a befuddled tone. His son was still stuck in the school as the terrorists roamed about in their killer prowl. His speech clearly reflected his gigantic efforts at keeping a brave face before calamity and to gather every ounce of strength and courage in order to be ready for any eventuality. A helpless yet hopeful voice invoking God to come to his rescue. A voice so despondent that it makes the listener go weak at his knees.
Be it Arnab Goswami's Newshour or the international broadcasts of BBC or CNN, everyone was trying to read the politics behind these attacks. I could not make much sense of all that. The only thing that kept ringing in my mind was the eye-witness accounts of young lads speaking in a language so similar to mine that I could not hold my tears. Brothers and Sisters of Pakistan, we grieve with you today but always remember, these terrorists are nobody's 'Freedom Fighters'......
