BOMB BLAST IN LAHORE
......‘There is a bomb blast in a public park Lahore. Fifty people
have been reported dead yet and about hundred are injured. The park was
overcrowded because of a long weekend. Death toll could be increased. Deadly
explosive and ball bearings have been used in the bomb. A 16 year brutal suicide attacker came from
the main gate and blew it up near the play area of children. We are the only
channel which is reporting you live with the update of every second.’
BREAKING NEWS
All news channels were showing breaking news with the visuals
of crying and troubled people at the spot. Many people were running here
and there in search of their loved ones outside the park and hospitals. Some
reporters were there too. These scenes were not new for any one in this country
but this incident happened after a long peaceful gap. Sorrow, pain and
disappointment spread all around the atmosphere. The typical condemnation
slides from senior leaders of the country were running on all channels.Anza WAS SAD AND FURIOUS
‘you running mice, coward bullshits. We’ll swipe you out from our country one day,’ Anza put her spoon back in the plate. She just turned on the TV during her dinner and came to know about the incident. She was not able to have another spoon. She got up and started to roam in the room in sorrow which was full of rage. Death toll was increasing at every minute on TV. It is very painful to see your innocent people dying and crying. Anza tried to compose herself and took her gun out. she packed her binoculars and torch and decided to go out when she looked at her wireless phone beeping .She was given the command to report at the headquarter at once.
NOT AGAIN PLEASE
‘Oh my god, not again please!’ Nofil got up and moved close to TV.
‘At every incident I feel guilty that I was the responsible to prevent my people from brutal terrorists and I couldn’t do any thing for them,’ Nofil’s mind stuck with any possibilities to avert that blast.
‘Don’t be guilty, I know you’re sad for your country men but I know you have done a lot of successful operations against terrorists and already have saved many lives. Every soldier of your nation is trying its best to redemption from this terror, at his place. You’ll overcome it soon,’ Li consoled him.
‘I’m sorry Li, I ruined your pleasure. I’ll see your engagement pictures some other time,’ Nofil explained him by looking him putting down his laptop.
‘It’s ok. I’m also feeling heartrending for all this,’ Li looked at TV.
OUR OWN FIGHT
‘This is our fight and we will win it at every cost. The world around, blames that we are cutting what we have sown ourselves. How could any one grow thorns in his garden?’ Nofil looked at Li in rage and continued,
‘It’s actually a mistletoe plant which is sucking our blood for many years. This parasitic plant had been thrown and forced upon us with planning. It penetrated its roots in our society and stole our harmony and our peace. We cut it from one side and it appears with its ugly face on the other side. It has merged in our branches that it’s not being terminated from our soil easily,’ Nofil felt the pain and frustration of victims of blast and their relatives close to his heart.
A GIFT RUINED MY GARDEN
‘You know, we had a beautiful, small garden
outside our house in Beijing. My father loved gardening.’ They came outside the
lawn after a while when Li talked sensitively.
Our inclined neighbors
and relatives asked him the secrets of his ever growing garden. But once, one
of his friends, who participated in different competitions of gardening and won
prizes, gifted him few imported seeds of a wild flower to grow. My father planted them at once. He loved and
cared a lot of that plant to show his gratitude to his friend that he forgot
about other plants and trees there. Those gifted seeds took his lot of efforts
and energies to grow into beautiful, fragrant flowers. We were also happy to
see those beautiful growing flowers, which attracted a lot of butterflies and
bugs all around. WAS MY FATHER RESPONSIBLE?
Meanwhile some other flowers and plants of garden couldn’t own his attention properly. The roots of many of our trees and plants started to weaken. Those wild plants were sucking all the nutrients from our soil. Those bugs and butterflies which appealed us in start were now started to sting us and our visitors too. People stopped coming to our house. They high up their fences that those bugs couldn’t get to their gardens. We tried to get rid of that plant but it grew at any other corner, when we plucked it from one side. My father fell ill after looking at that destruction of his garden. Every one was blaming him, to ruin his garden by his own hands. His only foible was that he couldn’t balance his attention and love equally among all features of his garden otherwise he could sort out the problem early. Balance is a beauty of nature. Similarly, when put our love and fervor more towards the any aspect of our life. It ruined the other beauties of life which nature had bowed to us. You shouldn’t chose or prefer one, among your two eyes. It’ll lead you to the total blindness that you’ll be forced to see from another’s eyes,’ Li stopped for a while, thought for sometime and turned to Nofil.
‘Can you guess from where the mess started and why dad’s friend gifted him those seeds?’ he asked.
‘Umm…?’ Nofil couldn’t understand what Li actually wanted to say. He was behaving like a deep philosopher or great psychologist.
‘Actually my father’s so called friend wanted to check the results of those seeds. He chose our garden as his laboratory and my father’s energies and passion for gardening as his tool,’ Li stopped and looked at Nofil. Nofil was looking at him but his mind was busy with the victims of recent blast.
THOUGHTS ARE FUEL FOR BLASTS
‘I know, what you want to say Li, the super powers of the time used our land as there laboratory to meet their benefits and goals’ Nofil replied after a pause.
‘And your thoughts and your beliefs as there fuel and tools,’ Li completed but stopped at once as he said something wrong.
‘Please Nofil don’t take me wrong. I was just analyzing the situation from my point of view. Please don’t mind,’ Li was frightened that Nofil would be emotional if he said something wrong.
Nofil looked at him amazingly on his comment and patted Li’s shoulder, ‘don’t worry, Li. You already know that I’m a judicious and a tolerant listener. I appreciate your concerns for us.’
‘Then, I couldn’t see my father so disappointed. That garden was his passion, his life. I helped him a lot till we plucked the last root of our enemy plant. My young energies and my father’s experience merged to regain the beauties of nature back in our garden. Just like that strength of your youth and understanding of your elders can throw this mistletoe out of your garden,’ Li found confidence, out of Nofil’s response.
WE ARE THE DECEDENTS OF GREAT NATION
‘You know Li; we got this country in the name of Allah. It was based on famous two nation theory. Sometimes I think our elders were more wise and judicious than us. They didn’t let their visions distract and didn’t fell prey to any misconceptions about their goal. They made and protected this land for years. Now it’s our responsibility to save and keep their asset for our next generations,’ Nofil disclosed his feelings after a pause.
‘You would definitely do this. Don’t forget you’re the descendants of same elders. Balance in love, in relations, in thoughts and in practical will lead you to the destiny of prosperity and peace soon,’ Li replied.
‘Great nations
suffer and overcome their drought periods with patience and planning. You’re
lucky that your nation is blessed with the loyal and brave soldiers like you and
a determined youth; I know you’ll overcome this jive of terrorism.’ Li consoled
him as Nofil was still attentive towards news channels.
‘Yes, I know
Li, this world will witness, our flourishing and growing garden, at its boom
very soon,’ Nofil’s eyes seemed determined.
Nofil came
back to his room late at night when he saw missed calls of brig. Bakhtiar at
his mobile. He hurriedly called back.
ANZA’S FINAL EXPEDITION
‘What the hell are doing there, Anza? You haven’t given any solid information from that area yet. Just guesses and suspects. What rubbish? ‘How the suicide attacker was able to enter and cross that area?’ Brig. Bakhtiar was yelling on her on secret emergency meeting after the blast.
‘I’m very near to them; I just wanted to undercover the whole network. All the twists of the chain are opening with time,’ she showed some pictures and events to brig Bakhtiar and briefed him about her suspects. Brig. Bakhtiar didn’t seem content at all.
‘Make it hurry, be more watchful. These running miscreants are trying to hold their dying breaths by these attacks. We have to terminate them as early as possible. No more sacrifices of innocent people are acceptable now,’ brig Bakhtiar punched on the table.
Anza decided to visit Shama Jan’s house, as she never got chance to visit her house. She always stuck around her.
‘Kamal khan gave her some place to live behind his house, when her husband got disabled. He became very ill mannered to every one, so people avoid visiting her home,’ many people told Anza asking about her house.
‘But she is not here, the poor one, she has taken her husband to Quetta for treatment from last two days,’ every one had sympathy with her.
Kamal khan’s house was at the edge of a steep rock. It was fenced with high bricked walls. Anza hardly managed to go at the back side. She quietly stepped back and hid at one side after listening at some voices from there. She peeped through the hole in one of the brick.
A man with long rough beard and harsh expressions was lying on the bed made of yarn. Many pieces of wires were spread all around. Shama Jan was watching TV. There was a small generator working at one side. A 12 year old boy was working on a leather piece near.
At first sight Anza knew that man was not lame at all and she was also surprised at the presence of Shama Jan when everyone else was expecting her at Quetta.
A HANGING LANTERN, LAST PIECE OF HER PUZZLE
She observed her house carefully. There was a single room with wide open windows all around. There was a deep, dangerous trench exactly at the back of one wall. A big lantern was hanging at the top of the window which was moving back and forth by the blowing wind from the mountains. This hanging lantern was the last piece of puzzle which she was searching for many days in many houses at the edge of mountain. She came back silently.......
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the names and persons in this novel are completely fictional. Any resemblance
with someone living or dead will be coincidence