In The Name Of God, Has Peshawar Finally Met Its Doom?

black day

I barely slept last night. I had one of the most restless of nights, where there was this odd, sinking feeling in my heart that something bad — really, truly bad — was about to happen. My daughter, who is 16-months-old now, also kept waking up crying in the middle of the night and I kept wondering why she was so upset, when normally she’s very calm and a heavy-sleeper (she usually sleeps through the night). It was only when we woke up around 8:30 am this morning, to a rather gloomy and dusky morning, and I checked my Twitter and Facebook time-lines, that it suddenly dawned on me what had actually happened. And it was bad; the worst news one could ever wake up to.

While I don’t consider myself intuitive, the sinking feeling that I had in my heart pretty much all of last night was confirmed this morning. I shockingly read tweet after tweet, depicting the tragedy that had suddenly befallen my beloved homeland, Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa — more specifically, my beautiful and tortured Peshawar. With an aching heart, I read tweet after tweet of innocent children who were killed at point-blank by the barbaric, evil Taliban. I read tweet after tweet of the suffering and carnage that the victims had endured, while trying to escape the brutality and inhumanity inflicted upon them. And I couldn’t help thinking to myself, as tears blinded me, what these people — these innocent children — had done to deserve such a horrific end? I held my daughter closer to me than ever before, showering her with never-ending hugs and kisses as she reminded me of every single one of those 100+ children that were killed in the Peshawar massacre. I couldn’t help thinking about the mothers of these children, and what they must be going through as news of the loss of their child’s life finally reached them. The thought itself is numbing. So very incredibly numbing.

Today marks the bleakest and the most bloodiest attacks in the history of Pakistan. What started out as a normal typical day, with seemingly happy parents sending their children off to school had suddenly became the most worse of all nightmares that one could have ever imagined. None of these parents had the slightest idea — the slightest clue — that today would be the last day they will ever see, hug, or kiss their children again. It was reported that it was around 10 am in the morning when about nine Taliban militants were seen along the walls of the Army Public School, in Peshawar, in preparation for the attack. They all used a ladder to climb up the walls, their chests covered with explosive vests, and as soon as they entered the compound, they began bombing and firing mercilessly and incessantly at the students and teachers. The Taliban actually went from classroom to classroom, shooting children one by one, at point-bank, claiming that they were only targeting “older children” while sparing the younger ones. (Children roughly aged between the ages of 10 and 16 attended that school.) When further asked why they carried out this massacre, a spokesperson from the Taliban was quoted as saying that the “government of Pakistan is targeting our families and females.”

The more I tried to comprehend the reason as to why the Taliban carried out this horrendous attack, the more enraged I became because nothing and I mean absolutely nothing can rationalize the innocent lives that were mercilessly stolen. It’s one thing to despise the Pakistani army, which probably created and fuelled the Taliban in the first place, and it’s another thing when you attack an educational institution, in the name of God, where there are kids — innocent children — and teachers alike, who want nothing more than to learn and teach for their own betterment. The Taliban claim that they are fighting a “righteous war,” and that they are doing what they have to do to in order to enter the utopian Paradise, hence why they screamed “Allahu Akbar” each time they opened fire at the victims. Yet, what they fail to understand is that there is no such thing as a “righteous war”! A war is never righteous, nor is achieving martyrdom, especially when you take the lives of innocent civilians; this, in turn, makes you nothing but a cold-blooded, heartless murderer!

The following are some anecdotes and quotations, taken from the Dailymail news portal on the massacre at this link, depicting the first-hand accounts of the surviving victims of the nightmare that callously befell them earlier today. (Reader discretion is strongly advised, as some of these are quite harrowing and very scary to read.) I, too, couldn’t bring myself to read all of them either, as I felt like I was reading something out of a horror movie. These accounts are extremely horrifying and painstakingly frightening, especially where children were forced to watch and even kill other children, of which some were their very own siblings, as well as watch their own teachers getting burned to death. Utterly, utterly terrifying!

Irfan Shah was sitting in his class at 10:30 am local time when he heard the sound of firing outside.

‘It was our social studies period. Our teacher first told us that some kind of drill was going on and that we do not need to worry. It was very intense firing. Then the sound came closer. Then we heard cries. One of our friends opened the window of the class.’ He started weeping as there were several school fellows lying on the ground outside the class. ‘Everybody was in panic. Two of our class fellows ran outside class in panic. They were shot in front of us.’

He said that the teacher asked the children, part of a class of 33, to run towards the back gate of the school.

He continued: ‘The back gate is around 200 meters from our classroom. I tightly held the hand of my friend Daniyal and we both ran towards the back gate. We were weeping. I felt bullets passing by my head twice. It was so terrible.

‘We reached the back gate in a minute. As we stepped outside the gate, we started weeping again very loudly. An aunt from a nearby house heard us and took us inside her house. We were shivering. She gave us water and comforted us. We stayed there for 15 minutes.

Our van always parked a few hundred meters away from the school. We then went to our van. The van driver told us that our school fellows who have been murdered in the attack are martyrs and they would go to jannah (paradise).’

Shahrukh Khan, a 15-year-old student, who was shot in both legs, told how he hid under a bench and played dead to avoid being killed by the Taliban militants. Speaking from his bed in the trauma ward of the city’s Lady Reading Hospital, the teenager spoke of how he even shoved a tie in his mouth to stop him from screaming out in fear of the gunmen. Khan further described how, after they burst in shouting ‘Allah-o-Akbar’ – which means ‘God is greatest’ – one of them shouted: ‘There are so many children beneath the benches, go and get them!’

He said: ‘I saw a pair of big black boots coming towards me, this guy was probably hunting for students hiding beneath the benches. The man with big boots kept on looking for students and pumping bullets into their bodies. I lay as still as I could and closed my eyes, waiting to get shot again. My body was shivering. I saw death so close and I will never forget the black boots approaching me — I felt as though it was death that was approaching me.’

Khan told how he tried to get up, but fell because of his injuries. Desperate to escape to safety, he crawled into the next room, where he found the body of the school’s office assistant, whose whole body was on fire.

He said: ‘She was sitting on the chair with blood dripping from her body as she burned.’

Khan, who said he also saw the body of a soldier who worked at the school, then crawled behind a door to hide, where he lost consciousness.

He added: ‘One of my teachers was crying, she was shot in the hand and she was crying in pain.

‘One terrorist then walked up to her and started shooting her until she stopped making any sound. All around me my friends were lying injured and dead.’

Mohammad Muneeb stated how his 14-year-old brother Muhammad Shaheer was shot dead in front of him as 200 children sat in an auditorium, getting training in first aid.

‘Two guards were there, sitting on the desk at the front, when four people wearing black uniforms ran in. They just started firing. First they targeted the brigadier and his guards, where the two guards were killed.The brigadier managed to get away safely and then they started firing at the students. I saw my own brother die, he was shot in the throat.’

A school volunteer who did not want to be named described the auditorium shooting: ‘I was working with the other organizations. What I saw was indescribable. I was in the auditorium when they burst in, it was 10:30 am when they broke into the school. There was a function in the auditorium, they just opened fire on everyone. They just started firing and shooting violently with AK47s. There was around 200 children in the auditorium, all of them boys.’

Pharmacist Ahmed Salman, whose 15-year-old son was killed, said: ‘I took my son to school this morning and I was at work when someone told me there was firing in the school. I went there and saw children being taken out in ambulances. I was searching but I could not find him. My younger brother called me and told me that Ahmed’s body was lying in the mortuary of the military hospital. He had a bullet in his lungs.’

Mudassar Abbas, a physics laboratory assistant at the school, said some students were celebrating at a party when the attack began.

‘I saw six or seven people walking class-to-class and opening fire on children,’ he said.

Mudassir Awan, an employee at the school, said he saw at least six people scaling the walls of the building, but initially thought little of it.

‘We thought it must be the children playing some game. But then we saw a lot of firearms with them,’ he said.

‘As soon as the firing started, we ran to our classrooms. They were entering every class and they were killing the children,’ he added.

One of the wounded students, Abdullah Jamal, said he was with a group of 8th, 9th and 10th graders who were getting first-aid instructions and training with a team of Pakistani army medics when the attack began.

When the shooting started, Mr Jamal, who was shot in the leg, said nobody knew what was going on in the first few seconds.

‘Then I saw children falling down who were crying and screaming. I also fell down. I learned later that I have got a bullet,’ he said, speaking from his hospital bed.

‘All the children had bullet wounds. All the children were bleeding,’ he added.

Akhtar Ali, who works out for the UN, was weeping outside the school.

He told MailOnline: ‘My 14-year-old niece Afaq is inside the school. I don’t know if she is alive or dead. I am desperate. I am just waiting in hope. It is agony. ‘

‘My son was in uniform in the morning. He is in a casket now,’ wailed one parent, Tahir Ali, as he came to the hospital to collect the body of his 14-year-old son, Abdullah.

‘My son was my dream. My dream has been killed.’

Mrs. Humayun Khan, one of the mothers of a student, said with tears in her eyes: ‘Nobody is telling me about my son’s whereabouts… I have checked the hospital and he is not there. I am really losing my heart. God forbid may he’s not among the students still under custody of terrorists.’

A student who survived the attack said soldiers came to rescue students during a lull in the firing.

‘When we were coming out of the class we saw dead bodies of our friends lying in the corridors. They were bleeding. Some were shot three times, some four times,’ the student said.

‘The men entered the rooms one by one and started indiscriminate firing at the staff and students.’

Zakir Ahmad, who runs an electronics store in Peshawar, has lost his 16-year-old son, Abdullah, and is frantically searching for his 12-year-old son, Hassnain, who is still missing hours after the atrocity.

Crying and barely able to speak, he told MailOnline: ‘When I heard there was an attack I ran to the school. I heard firing. I sent my cousins and staff to search the hospitals while I stayed praying at school. Then after an hour I got the call, he just said Abdullah is dead. I have found him in the hospital. I still don’t know anything about my boy Hasnain. This is a terrible injustice. We are innocent people, and my boys are innocent who do not carry guns and bombs. The only justice for me is to find these people who are supporting extremists and hang them in rows. Make them die for what they did.

‘My son was such a good boy. Obedient, bright. When he was going to school this morning he came into my room and kissed me.’

As a parent and as a mother myself, I can’t even begin to fathom what the families of these children must be going through right this very moment. Never have I ever felt so incredibly helpless in my life. I wish I had the power to go to each and every one of those families and tell them that their children are alive and well, that it was all just a horrible nightmare, and that no harm will ever befall them, because I can and will always save them. But, no. I don’t have the power to unharm the harmed. I don’t have the power to bring those that have been brutally killed back to life. I don’t have any power, whatsoever, to heal the wounds of these heartbroken families. And that is what kills me the most. This feeling of utter helplessness, which is undoubtedly the worst feeling in the whole world.

So, instead, I sit here and try to write this piece, as my hands shake and my tears fall, wishing, hoping that these families will get the justice that they deserve. And even though it has been reported that all nine militants have now been killed, it won’t bring back the innocent lives that were brutally murdered. But, at least it will assure these families that justice has been somewhat served, and that the murderers of their beloved children are not running around scott-and guilt-free.

I also can’t help but wonder what I will tell my daughter if and when she ever brings up December 16, 2014. How do I even begin to explain to her about this massacre, which occurred shortly after she turned 16 months? What will she think? How will she react? The fact that these innocent children were once her age too, not knowing, not realizing that a few years down the road their lives would be brutally cut short.

It really and truly frightens me to have to bring up this massacre again, in the future, but it will be inevitable for I know it is something that will haunt us for many, many years, decades, and generations to come. While there is no doubt that it won’t be long that this massacre will soon be pushed to the back of our minds, and perhaps even replaced by another horrible event, I know this: it will never be truly forgotten. It will forever be ingrained in our memories. It has now become a part of our dark history; it will continue to loom over us as one of the most bloodiest and most bleakest days in the history of our pathetic nation. And it will be a constant reminder of how inhumane we humans are and can be, simply in the name of God.

May the families of the slain victims find the strength, courage, and patience to get through all this. I know it is easier said than done, but it’s the least I can do at this point.

I’d like to end this post with a poem I just came across titled “In the Name of God,” which I felt was quite relevant to the title and theme of my blog post. With the author’s permission, I am re-sharing it below:

In the Name of God:

Dad,
how do you feel
for children,
who were killed
yesterday?

I am sad
not because
children
were killed
by someone
else’s
parents
in the name
of God…

I am sad
because
it will happen
again
and again
in the name
of the country
the religion
and also
the God…

By Daniel Shivas, Dec 17, 2014

3 responses to “In The Name Of God, Has Peshawar Finally Met Its Doom?

  1. My head’s messed up beyond repair. The first thing I did yesterday after the attack was write. I had to get it out of my system. But that didn’t help. So I watched the morbid clips on the news. Read online, tweets, facebook, articles. People all over the world have been moved to their core and their support is apparent and much needed. But then what? I can’t think straight, talk straight, do anything straight. And I am just a Pakistani mother sitting in Toronto. Looking at my two children and trying to ward off the sick feeling in my stomach. I ended my blog post with a hopeful note, but I am just not feeling the hope. Not anywhere. Not anyway. But I have faith in Allah. He will show everyone the way. He will show up the hope. May Allah have mercy on the loved ones those kids left behind. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I am so sorry that this was your city. I have never lived in Peshawar but I have some fond memories of the place. I studied in Army public school my whole life. And even if that had not been a reason for my association. This happened to little children. What more of a reason could anyone need? Hang in there. Let’s all hang in there.

    • Dearest Nida,

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog, as emotional as it is, and for commenting. I, too, feel your exact sentiments. I, too, quickly turned to writing down what I felt as soon as I found out, in hopes that it will make me feel a little better, but it didn’t make me feel better at all. Not even close. And each time I read news article after news article, depicting the horrific event, my visual mind kept playing and re-playing the details of the incident, over and over again, in my mind, like a broken record. It was like as if I were watching a movie — a mind-shattering, incredibly frightening movie — that I just couldn’t seem to get out of my mind. I wish I could forget what I read, especially the details that the victims later shared of the massacre, but I can’t; it’s forever ingrained in my mind. Sighs.

      Honestly, jaan, words cannot express how I feel about this tragedy. The past couple of days have been so gloomy. I can see the pain in not only my beloved husband’s eyes, but also my dear in-laws. And so many other fellow Pashtuns. Almost every person and of course Pashtun alike that I know took to social media and changed their pics to pitch black. The amount of support and solidarity has been incredible and quite overwhelming. But, still. Simply changing our pictures, putting up statuses and showing support/solidarity is not enough. MORE needs to be done in order to put an end to these atrocities that have brutally enveloped our nation.

      Gosh, it’s just so very, very heart-wrenching what happened, especially now that pictures and Facebook pages of those beautiful slain boys have been released and shared all over the internet. I wish they were never shared, as I can’t stop staring at them — into those beautiful eyes, filled with so many hopes and dreams. All shattered now, with simply a blink of an eye.

      I read your piece and want to thank you so much for writing such a touching and poignant piece. I will leave a more detailed response on the blog itself, because I loved the analogies that you used; you couldn’t have been more on point. Also, I didn’t know you lived in Toronto! We need to meet! I love your blog and your writings! It would be such a pleasure — an honour, even — to meet you in person! You are more than welcome to email me on my public email address: sesapzai@gmail.com. I will then reply back through my personal email address and perhaps from then onwards, we can exchange more private contact details. Looking forward to hearing from you soon! I am sure we will have much to discuss and talk about.

      Much love always xx
      Samar

      • You are too kind with your words. I am just a small person, doing small things here. And right now the only thing that makes sense for me is to write. I am sure you can relate too:). I would be honoured to meet you too! I’ll email you soon. Would love to hear about your writing ventures and Canadian adventures:) .

        Till then, keep the faith strong. It’s OK to cry but only if we can see past those tears. Even if the image is blurry, we should be able to see ahead. It will take a long time for everyone to recover. But we will get there. We always do.

        God Bless. It’s humbling to meet such amazing people through this wonderful world of blogging:).

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