Nayyararsi
Kashmiri Brother
TRAGEDY OF KASHMIR. I HAD THOUGHT OF DISTRIBUTING
SWEETS WHEN I REACH MY SWEET
HOME, I MET WITH A SHOCK,
NARRATES MANZUR AKASH She lived unknown and few could know.
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh
The difference to me
_ W. Wordsworth
Four months are over and she is not amongst us. In the earlier days the loss seemed unbearable but as the days passed by the intensity of pain seemed to diminish, and life seemed to have returned to its normal. Will she believe I wept at her grave many times over. Her sudden death has made me realize that she carried the whole world with her. It was 13th of July, 2010 when my sister, Shaheena Akhter, left us. I am really unfortunate because on this day I was outside Kashmir stuck up with my higher education in English. For me her death was a death at a distance as I came to know the news after 13 long
days. I try to recall the shock. Due to frequent strike calls many of my intimate friends couldn't sympathize with me and condole me on this loss irreparable. Though they phoned me, many times over, yet I could not explain them everything about this sad demise. I remember all those who expressed their heartfelt emotions with me. Their word of solace was something that I badly needed in the hour of emotional crisis. July 13, we normally commemorate as
martyr's day. This is the day when we remember those innocent Kashmiris who laid down their lives fighting against tyranny. But for me this day registered a new tragedy. My personal tragedy. It rained that day! I can not forget that fearful sight of my college which was engulfed in darkness of glowering clouds. It was a day that taught me that clouds and rain symbolize grief and tears. Shall I ever forget that thunderous scene. It was Nature's way of conveying me the message that my sister is no more. Just after twelve days of my examination, I had left for my home. I was so worried as I was getting my home back alone from Bhopal Railway Station. I knew not that coming events cast their shadows before. I later realized it. My train journey from Bhopal to Jammu Tawi taught me so many lessons, some unforgettable lessons of my life. All of my friends who knew the tragedy has struck were already told by my parents not to reveal it to me because they knew that my exams were going on and they also knew that their poor son can not afford an air ticket to come back home. Had I been aware of all this I would not have purchased sweets from Kud for my home. It was for the first time in two long years that I was getting two boxes of sweets for my home. From Jammu to Srinagar, whatever happened in the way, was suggestive of death, I could not sleep all night. My heart was filled with fear. As I reached nearer and nearer my sweet home my sorrows over powered my happiness. I had planned to distribute sweets among my family members by myself as this was my last semester over, and I was happy to share everything with my sister specially. It was a complete shutdown that day and I was unfortunately going nearer and nearer to my home where my sister had left for her heavenly abode. I’d have been two kms away from my desperate home when my brother-in- law came to receive me on his motorbike. Distances counted in days were now changing into minutes and minutes were turning to moments. As soon as I stepped down the motorbike I happened to see a crowed of people coming towards me as if I had done some adventure. I was
still unaware about my sister’s death. It was for the first time I was seeing such huge rush of people at my home enquiring me about my journey and health. My family members, neigbours, relatives – all I saw coming and kissing me on my forehead - one after the other. Then all of a sudden they disappeared. Except my family members I could not see anybody around. My uncle finally broke this shocking news to me. The moment he did it, I tore apart my cloths, pounded my chest and wept so bitterly. They tried to persuade me but they could not bring me round because the news was a great shock to me. My beloved sister, Shaheena Akhater, was BA IInd Year student of Govt. Degree College for Women, Baramulla. She was a noble person. May her soul rest in peace. Ameen.
SWEETS WHEN I REACH MY SWEET
HOME, I MET WITH A SHOCK,
NARRATES MANZUR AKASH She lived unknown and few could know.
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh
The difference to me
_ W. Wordsworth
Four months are over and she is not amongst us. In the earlier days the loss seemed unbearable but as the days passed by the intensity of pain seemed to diminish, and life seemed to have returned to its normal. Will she believe I wept at her grave many times over. Her sudden death has made me realize that she carried the whole world with her. It was 13th of July, 2010 when my sister, Shaheena Akhter, left us. I am really unfortunate because on this day I was outside Kashmir stuck up with my higher education in English. For me her death was a death at a distance as I came to know the news after 13 long
days. I try to recall the shock. Due to frequent strike calls many of my intimate friends couldn't sympathize with me and condole me on this loss irreparable. Though they phoned me, many times over, yet I could not explain them everything about this sad demise. I remember all those who expressed their heartfelt emotions with me. Their word of solace was something that I badly needed in the hour of emotional crisis. July 13, we normally commemorate as
martyr's day. This is the day when we remember those innocent Kashmiris who laid down their lives fighting against tyranny. But for me this day registered a new tragedy. My personal tragedy. It rained that day! I can not forget that fearful sight of my college which was engulfed in darkness of glowering clouds. It was a day that taught me that clouds and rain symbolize grief and tears. Shall I ever forget that thunderous scene. It was Nature's way of conveying me the message that my sister is no more. Just after twelve days of my examination, I had left for my home. I was so worried as I was getting my home back alone from Bhopal Railway Station. I knew not that coming events cast their shadows before. I later realized it. My train journey from Bhopal to Jammu Tawi taught me so many lessons, some unforgettable lessons of my life. All of my friends who knew the tragedy has struck were already told by my parents not to reveal it to me because they knew that my exams were going on and they also knew that their poor son can not afford an air ticket to come back home. Had I been aware of all this I would not have purchased sweets from Kud for my home. It was for the first time in two long years that I was getting two boxes of sweets for my home. From Jammu to Srinagar, whatever happened in the way, was suggestive of death, I could not sleep all night. My heart was filled with fear. As I reached nearer and nearer my sweet home my sorrows over powered my happiness. I had planned to distribute sweets among my family members by myself as this was my last semester over, and I was happy to share everything with my sister specially. It was a complete shutdown that day and I was unfortunately going nearer and nearer to my home where my sister had left for her heavenly abode. I’d have been two kms away from my desperate home when my brother-in- law came to receive me on his motorbike. Distances counted in days were now changing into minutes and minutes were turning to moments. As soon as I stepped down the motorbike I happened to see a crowed of people coming towards me as if I had done some adventure. I was
still unaware about my sister’s death. It was for the first time I was seeing such huge rush of people at my home enquiring me about my journey and health. My family members, neigbours, relatives – all I saw coming and kissing me on my forehead - one after the other. Then all of a sudden they disappeared. Except my family members I could not see anybody around. My uncle finally broke this shocking news to me. The moment he did it, I tore apart my cloths, pounded my chest and wept so bitterly. They tried to persuade me but they could not bring me round because the news was a great shock to me. My beloved sister, Shaheena Akhater, was BA IInd Year student of Govt. Degree College for Women, Baramulla. She was a noble person. May her soul rest in peace. Ameen.
) bt wnevr kashmiries are out for peaceful protest immediately firing starts.....
