“Allah ho Akbar”, the breeze is filled with the echoes of this slogan. This isn’t raised by a solider on the battlefield, or by a butcher who is about to slaughter a cow, instead, these are the feeble voices of oppressed Kashmiris who are hankering for freedom.
These voices are shattered, but their hopes and spirits are as high as heavens. These voices may not be heard by the hypocrite world but they are staunch in their aim of getting freedom. These warriors not only include man and woman, but innocent yet deprived children who are watching their families being brutally killed in front of their eyes.
The father who once used to call his son his pride is now holding the body on his shoulder. The mother, who was blessed with a daughter after 10 years is watching her starving to death, helplessly agitating, the brother who once called his sister “princess” and used to bring chocolates for her, is now watching her being strangled to death after being raped.
The children who are in age of playing with toys, watching cartoons, making memories and getting their wishes fulfilled by their parents are now only watching their families being abrogated and their memory is only storing contravention and the most awful voices of pallet guns and bombs.
The beautiful valley is filled with the screams with a hope for relic of mercy that someone brave enough could raise voice for them. The valley where fresh water springs used to flow are now reportedly smelling due to floating dead bodies.
Even after 72 years, Kashmiris are still standing at the point of not getting a separate state where they can breathe freely, with ease and pacification. A separate state for them will not be a triumph for them but for the whole mankind, who still have their conscience alive.
We should consider ourselves as the most luckiest people who have a free state to live, a place where taking breath is not questioned, where we are allowed to eat, drink and earn the way we want to, where we are ferocious to none but Allah, where we are living every day in exhilaration and aren’t bound to answer anyone, where we don’t have to illustrate happiness, and where we can live with agility.
The hardships we face in our day to day life are nothing as compared to the hardships faced by Kashmiri’s but Allah promises that “with every hardship, there is ease.”
No internet, not access to basic facilities, extended curfew and spreading epidemics have just altered the face of beloved paradise. On the other hand, in his visit to India, Trump has offered to mediation on the issue of Kashmir. Despite the cruel realities, I still hope that Trump’s statement might not be another strategic move to gain media sympathies. May God help Kashmiris.
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