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My Promise to 141 Cute little Kids of Peshawar.

Peshawar Attack
Kids of the School that was attacked in Peshawar. 
In the name of Allah the most merciful, the most forgiving, the one who is the creator of humans, the one who gives and takes lives away!

It is really dark right now, fitting maybe because of the kind of day it was, dark just as dark as this night, I am clutching my fingers, touching my hair again and again rolling them, I do this whenever I am extremely helpless sad or nervous.

I have not been able to stop my tears all day, it was really tough, meeting so many people, you have to hide how you feel and be strong. My heart is beating really fast, I feel nauseating, this last happened when I had this heart problem and I felt I will die.

But I just cant hold my tears back anymore, I have been crying for the past 20 minutes, but there is no one here to tell me it will get better, fitting as well, because what happened today, a guy asked me what happened in Pakistan today?

What happened was, Humanity died. 141 little kids died, martyred. Barbarically. The heart of their parents died, forever. Pakistan died for those few hours, I died, with every time the death toll rose.

Never in my life have I felt this helpless, all those times of shouting and chanting Pakistan, I am gonna do this and that for Pakistan, I just could not do anything at all, shame on me. How I wish I could fly to Peshawar, hug all those parents who lost their kids, tell them I can't replace your brave little kids, but I am here, I will be your son your daughter. I just could anything.

One day ago, I had this nightmare that someone is killing me again and again, no matter how hard I try that person is able to shoot me, I am dying again and again.

Yesterday was so much fun, telling everyone about how much I love kids, how much I love baby sitting them, how much I adore seeing them smile and laugh and do stupid senseless stuff, Thinking about my cute little cousins I slept.

I woke up and opened twitter expecting all those lame weird tweets, getting to read the news of an attack on Peshawar! Oh another attack, 20 dead? was my reaction. So heartless right? 40, oh this is getting serious. A friend called from Pakistan, Raafay? You hear the news? 84 KIDS shot dead.... WHAT? 84 KIDS? I got out of my bed rushed towards TV, BBC was more concerned about 2 Australians who died. got my laptop switched it on ...

" Pakisran ki tareekh ka sab se bara saniha, 100 bachay halaak, deshat gardon ne bachon k sir par goliyan marin aur unki lashain utha kar bahar phaik di "
(Biggest tragedy of Pakistan's history, 100 kids shot in the head, their dead bodies thrown out)

I do not know how I passed the day after that, it must have been the toughest, I can remember a few tough days in my life, this was right up there.

Kids are like flowers are they not? So delicate, so fresh. Parents or not, known or unknown, you look at kids and when they smile, it gives you such a refreshing feeling that it is hard to explain, you forget all the sadness and problems of your life do you not? Whenever I hold them kids in my arms, they ride on my back, I am so worried what if I hurt them? what if they fall or cry? How can someone think about killing them just like that? I mean ...

Talibaan are so brave that Pakistan army attacks them and they attack innocent kids and kill them to show how brave they are, people can stoop to the worst level, but this has to be the worst of the worst of the worst level, and if this is bravery, then shame on this bravery, those kids who lost their lives are braver than any of these 'Soldiers of God', I used to think Talibaan are cowards, now I am sure they are the most cowardly people on planet earth.

He was my dream, they shot my dream, they ended it. A father of a kid who lost his life, said. Alhamdulillah, I am so proud he gave away his life for Pakistan, he said.

So brave! So strong!

I swear this is the most difficult article of my life, it really is. Before today I used to tell myself what a beautiful world it is, today, I think it is hell, close to hell maybe. 141 kids shot dead to show power.

A wish it is that when I wake up tomorrow, it is all a nightmare, I wake up in the morning telling myself oh what a bad bad dream just like the one I had two days ago, but sadly it is a reality, a bitter one.

I am so unsure about so many things right now but this tragedy has made me sure about one thing.

Terrorists can never break Pakistan down, they never can. Because we are so strong, that we can defeat all the tragedies we face, be it earthquake, flood or barbaric killings, we sure will come out stronger from this, but I just hope we learn from it, we really do.

I am sure, I have never seen Pakistan this united. Except for a few exceptions, people forgot what religion they are from, what sect they are from, which political party they support. It is unbelievable how tragedies can bring people close, the lives of these cute innocent kids will not go to waste, I really really hope we stay united.

Could not eat all day, could not sleep all day, could not smile or talk to anyone properly, could not look up towards the sky, could not face the people around me, I felt I had lost someone too. Just like the family of those kids.

I will NEVER forget this tragedy, this tragic day, believe me it has changed me, at one hand it has broken my heart maybe forever but on the other hand it has made me stronger and more committed to Pakistan.

Our country needs us, maybe more than ever. Let us just promise one thing to ourselves.

I promise till my last breath that no matter what happens, I will do my best in every possible way to make Pakistan better, be it from blogging, or social work or promoting the softer image to fighting for it and giving my life for it. Today I can feel the support of all these 141 kids behind me, their voice in my ears, I can imagine them singing the national anthem of Pakistan in heavens. This will be enough to spur me all my life, I promise to remember my promise.

In any case now, whenever I will see any kid smiling, It will automatically remind me of this, and you know what? I owe this to those 134 brave and cute kids, I owe them this.

This is my promise to them. What is your promise? 

A Son

Peshawar Attack
Four of the 141 kids who lost their lives in Peshawar Attack.

Written By: Kimz Aziz.

He said he had a fever,
I laughed and ignored.
He laughed too, because he was joking,
I won't hear his jokes anymore.

I asked him to get ready,
So that he could go to school.
I wish i hadn't asked him,
Oh, I was such a fool.

He wanted to become a soldier,
And serve his country.
Who knew his school would be blasted,
And i won't be seeing him again.

I sent him to school in a uniform,
I had cleaned it myself.
Now I have it in my hands,
Covered in blood, his blood.

They didn't just kill my son,
They killed a future soldier,
They killed a child,
They killed me too. 

I wish i had fallen for his trap,
I wish i had not ignored.
I wish i had said its okay son,
Today,you can stay at home.

Adeeb Sulaiman al Balushi

Adeeb Sulaiman al Balushi

Nine-year-old Emirati inventor of devices such as a car seatbelt heart monitor, cleaning robot and light-weight prosthetic limbs has been honoured by Dubai Municipality (DM) ahead of World Intellectual Property Day (WIPD).

Boy wonder Adeeb Al Balushi was awarded a certificate of appreciation by the municipality’s Director-General Hussain Lootah at the DM’s main building in Deira on Thursday.

WIPD is held on April 26 every year to celebrate innovation and highlight patent and copyright issues.
Also honoured on Thursday were DM officials during a ceremony titled “Creativity – The Generation Next,” which is this year’s WIPD theme.

16/12/14 - Peshawar.

Written By: Jaweriya Ahmad

16/12/14 - This day, will forever be remembered as one of the darkest days in the history of Pakistan. Why? Because we lost more than a hundred innocent kids in a heinous terrorist attack that morning. More than a hundred future doctors, engineers, architects lost. More than a hundred families ruined. More than a hundred dreamers killed, more than a hundred dreams shattered and above all, more than a hundred Malala Yousufzais killed— more than a hundred potential Nobel Peace Prize winners of the future killed. More than a hundred innocent kids, who woke up that morning to go to school, didn’t know they won’t ever be able to come back home.

Words are not enough to express my grief over this horrifying attack that my mind is still struggling to comprehend, but here’s a little something I wrote for all those little angels resting in heavens at the moment:

"Hey there, angel, I see so many stars in the sky tonight. I know you must be in heaven right now, playing with all your friends. It’s nice up there, isn’t it? I know you miss your mom, I know you miss your dad, they miss you too. We all do. A lot. Years from now, you’d all have become talented individuals had you not fallen victim of this terrible incident. But you know what? It was all God’s plan. This world is a bad place, full of bad people, and He didn’t want you to become like them, so He took you back, and He has already punished all those tall & ugly men who hurt you. You may have been gone, but I promise, you will never be forgotten. I promise that your sacrifice, your death, it won’t ever go unnoticed. I promise that we’ll bring your perpetrators to justice, each and every one of them, so no other kid should have to suffer the same fate as yours. I promise you’ll always be in our hearts. I promise you’ll always be remembered as a martyr. I promise you’ll always be a Hero. Rest in peace, angel!


a fellow Pakistani.”

A human, anyone with a heart, would never think of killing a child just for the sake of revenge, let alone hundreds of them. Should these terrorists be called Muslims? Should they even be called Humans? NO. They shouldn’t, because they aren’t. It’s not Islam that is the problem, but extremists with political agendas are. Every single kid who died in the incident was a Muslim and most importantly, a human. It isn’t about religion, it’s about power. It’s about time we exterminate the perpetrators of extremism (of all forms) in entirety so this world could be a better, safe place to live in - for you, for me, and for our future generations.


Peshawar Bleeds Dry

Peshawar Attack

Written By: Saniya Ahmad

16th December, 2014 has turned out to be the worst possible ending of the year 2014 with 130 people killed, out of which 120 were children and more than 150 injured.

It all began on the morning of 16th December, 2014, when six to eight militants entered the Army Public School (APS) in Peshawar and opened gunfire and blasted bombs, killing anyone who came in their way. The counts started from 7 children dying to the martyrdom of 130 people, within a few hours, at the hands of these terrorists. Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan has claimed responsibility for the dreadful massacre.

Twitter and Facebook was full of concerned youngsters and adults when the death count was increasing; people who were not even related to the deceased or the injured were just as worried for the safety of the children of the nation, the children of Peshawar. Silent prayers were on the lips of every Pakistani today. Every Pakistani was waiting for it all to end, everyone was hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare to realize it wasn’t true. All citizens of our beloved Pakistan were united, with eyed glued to their televisions, praying, and hoping against hope, because there wasn’t much else they could do to help.

I watched the parents and relatives of the dead, running about frantically in search of their loved ones. Mothers were fainting, bursting into terrifying wails on hearing the news of their children being brought back from school in a coffin. Fathers were torn apart after being informed that they would have to organize a funeral of their child. Brothers and sisters of the deceased could not imagine that they would now have to live a life without their siblings.

I watched the bloody bodies of the injured being rushed to the hospital on my TV. I saw 130 coffins being prepared for their respective funerals. I saw the coffins with the tiny bodies of the children in it, being carried by fathers, brothers, relatives and volunteers. I watched little kids being rescued by the Pakistan Army and running to their parents, with tears streaming down their face. Every channel I turned to, I saw two things: chaos and fear.

It’s a feeling so terrifying that it cannot be explained in words – the bewildering feeling of thinking what makes the terrorists do something so barbaric, horrendous and inhumane so as to kill children, little innocent children, who had done nothing wrong except for waking up and going to school? What makes them turn into such cruel and vicious creatures who kill 130 people and believe that they have successfully achieved their Heaven? What makes them believe that taking revenge because of the Zarb-e-Azb operation, by taking the lives of children could somehow be justified? But I wonder why I even ask these questions when I know the terrorists have no remorse or guilt, that they have died at the hands of the Pakistan Army but their fellow terrorists are probably dancing around in glee at the “success” of the operation.
A statement by the spokesperson of the TTP was released in which he said – “It’s a revenge attack for the army offensive in North Waziristan.” They were so intent on hurting the Army officials in every way possible that they entered one room and just asked the children inside to raise their hands if their fathers were in the Army. All the kids who did were shot point blank. Such is the barbarism of these animalistic Taliban. Even animalistic sounds like an unreasonable word to justify them, because even animals take care of their young.

I heard a statement of one of the elder students who survived. He said – “the terrorist entered our room and told us to recite the kalma.” Why did he order them to recite it? Because he wanted to kill them as a Muslim. Another statement of a father of a martyred child gave me chills down my spine. He said – “my son went to school in a uniform, and he came back in a kafan.” Another father said – “My child has not wanted to go to school today, oh how I wish I had listened to him”.
The fact of the matter is this – 130 people have died today (141 as of the latest count), over a 100 people have been injured, but these are just statistics for us now. We do not mourn human lives anymore. We do not have sympathy anymore. We do not feel the pain anymore. We feel horrified today, but by tomorrow we will have forgotten and we will have moved on to something else to cry about.

The government has announced a 3-day mourning for the lives lost. Did they give any thought to the mother whose whole life will not be spent in mourning? Did they give any thought on the emptiness of the houses of the families of the deceased? Did they give any thought to the children who will now be scared of going to school to achieve education? Did they give a thought to the stress disorders that will haunt the surviving children and their families, and all of Pakistan for the rest of their lives?

Political leaders have “condemned” the attack. They have demanded an investigation, and they have asked their officials to increase the securities of school. But does it make any difference? What use is the security, now that so many children have lost their lives? What use is the security to the dead children now? What use is the condemnation which is just a fa├žade to show to the nation? What use is the investigation which will be left in the middle of nowhere?

Today is truly a black day. Today is truly a day of mourning. Today is truly a day when the nation lost their own children, their own future, and their own next generation. No words said can be meaningful enough to lessen the excruciating pain of this incident. But I have a prayer – that may God take His revenge. May God bless the martyrs. May God bless the affected families. May God burn the terrorists in hell. And may God make Pakistan, the Land of the Pure – pure from evil, pure from massacres and pure from terrorists. May God save Pakistan. 

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 Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor

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