26th March, a day more about our INDEPENDENCE.
Thursday, 25th march, 1971. Just an another ordinary day passed for Mr. Rafiq. He returned home from a long day of work. His children Raju(8) & Raisa(9) welcomed him with a big precious smile. Even the toddler, the one-year-old Rahat had a smile on his face. Then, Saleha quickly informed him that the dinner was served on the table and asked him to join in. After the dinning session they all went to bed for a good night sleep. Just after a short span of time they all went to bed, severe gunshots were heard. It felt as if the Devils were down on earth and galloping for blood, as if the Earth was being torn into tiny burnt pieces. They didn't have the slightest idea of what to do and where to go. All they knew was that they must run for life and they did. Mr. Rafiq took Raju, and the mother took Raisa. And they left the place hurriedly. After an hour something stuck them and made them rock-still. Oh my God, we have left Rhahat, he shouted desperately! And Saleha with the children started crying as if someone was dying. No way it was feasible for them to return and take him back, doing that they would totally risk four valuable lives.
Back in 2005/2006 which I hardly recall properly, I saw something on television that extremely surprised me. The toddler survived! He was looking for his parents and siblings. Just a failed attempt though. A person deprived of education, basic amenities of a livelihood. He couldn't afford a healthy childhood or a joyous adulthood. All he had in his life was utter loneliness. This is not how it was supposed to be. All he has is just a heart more like an empty piece of hollow shell.
Doesn't stories like this make us saddened? Doesn't stories like this make us think deep about what happened in the way back? It does, it definitely does. Yesterday when I decided to present an article for you guys, I got determined to share this very true story just to break the ice. I really don't think I need to say anything more to describe how dreadful that very night was. A night where parents lost their children, a night where children lost their parents. It was the most BARBARIC NIGHT of all the nights. And there are many unfortunate incidents like this behind our hard earned INDEPENDENCE.











