AND HE DID WHAT HE SAID !

After a week she had finally gathered up all the strength she could and open the door to the room, which was the kingdom of her beloved son. And while stepping inside the room she was wondering that how everything in this room was intact and prefectly in shape while her son was no more. His room was still having the fragrance of his body spray in it's atmosphere and everything in his room was in no order to be found. And she picked one of his shirt and was about to fold it and when she remembered her son saying, "kitni baar apko kaha hai meri cheezain na thek kiya kary mhjy nhi milti phr" and with this she freezed, leaving the shirt on the bed again. And with this all the strength inside her collapsed and she sat on the bed, thinking about what happened a week ago which doomed her house, which had taken away from her the purpose of her existence. 16th December 2014, a day of mourning for her now, a day she lost her son in a bloody massacre on a school caused by the Talibans which according to them was a payback, but this was a cowardly action which can't be justified by any means. Her son with other 141 children were slaughter by those cowards psychopaths in the name of Islam which they used for their butchery. She remembered that last week he was having mild fever and she was worried like hell and like a crazy person was taking him to different doctors because she cannot see him in pain. But those maniac had shot her child million times and bleeded him to death. His green uniform was thronged and covered with blood stains, even his shoes were having his blood, and the amount of pain her son suffered can't b described in words but only her heart was feeling it now. She bursted into tears and was crying unable to control the pain her heart suffered. She picked a shirt of her son's and drawn it near her chest, she could still sense the smell of his sweat from it. She still sobbing raised from the bed and look around in the room once again, his study table was still having the papers he left on it with his specs, his laptop was on his bed, the right side of the bed was having the guitar he forced her to buy, his dressing table was having the perfume bottle open making the fragrance dispersed into the atmosphere, and on wall Army posters which was his dream and different other posters of cars and bikes which was his craze. Everything was in its place except her son, whom will never gonna be back again as he had gone. One by one things were popping up in her mind from the day he was born to the day he died.....died, yes he died at the age of 16, an age which was supposed to be the start of his blossoming years but in his life the span of spring was never to be come as the autumn was very merciless. He always told her that he would make her proud and the whole world would know her as his mother and people will praise her and salute her and he did what he said about making her proud.
@Quandeel

A Soldier's Last Words

You brought me up with love and care

Always blessed me with your prayers

You taught me to live for others 

Look what i did for my brothers

I am happy that i saved the stars

Which light up the faces of mothers all across

I went where the death fears to go 

With it my love for country grew

When i come home boxed up

I know i have turned your heads up

Oh mother don't cry

I was a soldier born to die

My love don't scream

With flowing tears' stream

I will always be around 

So please don't frown

We cannot but forever live

And we have to die but once

So why not to our country give

The life which we so easily can 

I got my name in the exalted

went staright to Jannah without being halted

That Pure Sacrifice (16/12/14)

A sacrifice so unlike any other in this whole wide world. I have seen widows and children crying uncontrollably in times so relentless over the mortal bodies of those great soldiers of the soil. Those soldiers died happily knowing that they saved a country from which they were, and they were the ones who were it's strongest base. If they had to die a million times they would do so with joy and without even a single hesitation. I couldn't survive those moments, i had a feeling that ate me from the inside out, but a soldier would survive them like a shield he is because he sees his generations ready for the same sacrifice he made....
Then yesterday, 16-12-14, a date which made me cry, I could only but see those soldiers with foggy eyes of theirs. This event was none like any other in the past, it made a soldier cry. A soldier only had these words, "War was for me not for my own children, i was to be where they are. Is this humane? Is this Humanity?". An old veteran who saw many die by his bullets and had many in his arms while they breathed their last ,cried in distress with his foggy eyes, "YA ALLAH TUNAY IN ZALIMON KO ITNI CHOOT DAY DI HAI, YA ALLAH IS ZULM KO KHATAM FARMA", he didn't eat his meal in that distress and just slept that night. Those children were something more than the others, they were the ones who left those soldiers calling out loudly, crying so relentlessly. The soldier was the one who couldn't control it this time, he was broken he was shattered. But, he raised his head with a fire no extinguisher could put out, that fire would only grow.
They didn't die!!!!!!!
Those children, people say, died. No they are still alive, they see you when you pass by their grave, they feel your footsteps. ALLAH Almighty still provides them with food beneath that wet soil. However, they did move out of their Houses and moved to a better place, a place which is limitless, boundless, and free........
Masoom wo jaan ik kali ki manind woh dagh chor gayi,
masalnay walay ko tars na aya aur wo murjha gayi,
Apnay he BABA pay wo ik aesa qarz laga kay gayi,
kay us pathar ko b moom ki tarhan pighla kay gayi,