Day 120// Sarfaroshi ki tammana
abh humare dil mei hai,
Dekhna hai zor kitna
baazu-e-qatil mei hai...
I have realised in all these months, more than ever before, that other than Kashmiris and a few others having a conscience, nobody is going to #standforkashmir
or give a damn about it.
Like the ones back in Kashmir, maybe, even our screams get faded into the noise of
Maybe they dont know what it is like being caged, unable to see the loved ones and having nightmares of crackdowns and curfews for months and months.
Do they even know what curfews are? What torture is? Our hearts cry every day. Our eyes start pouring endless tears, in rivers and torrents.
What have we done to deserve this? What have our children done to get blinded? What has the youth done to get scared and tortured and murdered? What have our women done to get raped in their very homes infront of their families? What is this uncertainty that we can’t even celebrate our happiness?
Getting raped on a wedding day, shot without trial, getting communication blockade on Eid and being caged for months and months?
Our hearts are ripped out and its wounds bleed every minute, everyday.
If somehow, we get saved from getting tortured physically, we are still tortured mentally on the daily.
Our hearts skip a beat everytime we hear people celebrate with firecrackers as we confuse it with sounds of gunshots. Everytime people laugh loudly, somehow, all we can hear is people crying for help.
Yet, we carry all of our sorrows and wounds with pride, just like our identities.
As we hope, there will be a warm sunny day after the harsh chilayikalan.
Feeling the warmth of a cup of nun chai in our hands, sitting under the shade of a chinar which has seen harsher winters being much older than us, with the breezes of nowroz patting our faces and the smell of fresh tulips in the garden we will have a conversation with the generations that come after us. And we will tell them how nothing was in vain. Despite of all what we saw, we came out of it smiling.
And how we finally have peace. And how finally, we have what remains dear to us more than our lives... Aazadi! -A.W