By Mir Suhail
It hurts, deeply. Pellets . Serious crimes.
killings. Allegations .
I wonder if we’ll ever live without this
fear – the fear that you or your loved one
never return as they step out of the house.
There have been times when I’ve been
this anxiety and seized by apprehension.
What if they blows us up?
forces burst in? Where is the nearest exit
I will be able to push my loved ones ? How
I hide them? No, it’s impossible . We
shouldn’t be here. What if something
I wonder. I worry.
I worry that somehow even the homes
or other hospitals and cultural
significance might get targeted.
Nothing is sacred anymore.
I worry my cultural heritage will
taken away from me.
There are un-wanted sounds every now
Targeting our loved ones with the Arrogance
Mockery and simply an eye -wash, which
they are not sincere and it is their ploy to
cool down the resentment of people.
I wonder how long we will continue to hide
in our own historic
mother land ,where our homeland burns.
After every incident, I thought it could get
worse then before, but after the spate of
brutality, I learned that what’s broken can
The current turmoil brought back memories
2008,10-unrest , a year that devoured 120
I thought travesty of justice has scaled up
the heights . I had hoped. I had
The rising death toll . The call for blood
The full impact of the ridiculous policy .
The same old
condemnations and probe . The same old
rhetoric. The same
old statements. The same lies, Forming
Thousands and thousands of deaths , And
We have come to a point where cities are
symbolic of the violence, loss and tragedy
have borne . Watching culture dying,
paradise or romantic place.
But a place of disabled and dying identity
Cities are no longer cities; they are
signposts of massacres. Of losses borne,
These are tragic scenes in our collective
identity, and cultural and social lives.
Everything is a reminder of what we face.
is a distraction, but there is no relief.
I am at a point where I’m not able to
when a radicalisation of generation starts .
But while I can
down my social media accounts for a
cannot control the torment of my heart.
There are times when I want to escape my
perhaps not physically, but certainly
There are times I want to close my eyes,
my mind and my heart to the suffering in
land, for my own sanity and survival. Only
realise that its suffering is inseparable from
(Mir Suhail is student of Business Student and hails from Baramulla)