RIP Humanity- The darkest day in Peshawar
The children might have woken up to their mother’s voice. Eaten their favourite breakfast. She might have dressed her son, perfecting his tie. She might have tied a pigtail for her pretty daughter. She might have loved them more than ever. She might have wanted to hold them a little longer like she feels like every morning. Her little angels. Little did she know that her tiny angels will never come back. That they will be shot in their head by some merciless creatures; who did not hesitate for even a bit.
What a horrifying day in the history of humanity! What were they thinking? Were a even thinking? Couldn’t they have changed their minds when they looked in the kids’ eyes. Innocent little children. What was their fault? Why has revenge become bigger than people and mercy?
It is a shame that innocent people are still paying price of somebody’s wrong doings. But children? How could they possibly even point the gun at those kids? They were not even worth threatening with a lethal weapon like that. Head shots?
I froze the moment I heard the news. I was terrified when I read the details. Minutes after the incident the pictures showed a very nightmare-ish situation. I wished it was just a nightmare. We are so used to despise Pakistan that I thought, whatever wrong may happen to them; it will never affect me. I just wanted to run and hold on to a kid and cry.
No human deserves to be killed like this. It is no different for any child, anyone. These representatives of devils! Die in hell. Burn in hell you monsters!