A deep dark night
The moment breeze rustled the papers on my desk I realized the wind still blows. I darted towards a nearby window and the flowers in full bloom caught my sight. I could relish the beauty of trees that bore colourful fruits and heard the music of falling rain which I was totally unaware of as all these days I could only hear the wailing of woeful hearts that lost the reasons to beat.
This sight was so refreshing and soothing – so fulfilling till a thought was born out of somewhere. I started wondering what could this beauty mean to someone who yearns to be with her loved one whom she lost forever, to a doting mother whose chirping daughter can no longer see thy face, to those who are grief stricken and fear afflicted, to those who can't smell the freshness of air and those who can't afford to see the sunshine, to those who are waiting and to those lost the reason to wait.
I wonder how alone the nature might be feeling with nobody to admire her. I am sure it might not just be my land that's bleeding, it might be the universe in its entirety as well.
It is damn heart wrenching to realize that my land which has millions of admirers has no true lover who could feel its pain the way it does. Some call her 'Paradise on Earth' and others 'Epitome of Beauty' but no one calls for peace in her abode. Many say they stand in solidarity with her and her children but do they really? If they would, there would have been no debates on her plight but lowered gazes, eyes full of guilt and hearts ready to sacrifice. There would have been empathy, a walk to lessen the distance and unflinching desire to get one with her.
Every day for us is a loss – a deep dark night which only a few can fight. I wish one day the sun smiles at us again and peace flows with the morning breeze- 'Salamun Qawlan mir Rabbir Raheem'.