Hi. I am a 20 year old Hindu girl from India who would want to talk about the recent attacks on 16th December 2014 in Peshawar, Pakistan.

Firstly, “INNALILAHI WA INNA ILAYHI RAJIOON” to the little bundles of joy those are now deceased. May Allah (swt) take good care of them in Jannah.

16th December will now be considered a black day both in India and Pakistan for the rest of forever.

2 years back on this ill-fated day, the Nirbhaya/Damini rape case occurred in New Delhi and it was an act of shame by few men who wanted mere pleasure. The girl died few days later at a hospital as she succumbed to her fatal wounds cause by those men.

2 years later,

One wanted to become a Doctor, one maybe a Lawyer. But after 10:45AM all those dreams were killed and so were those 131 children.

Yesterday again was an act of revenge by the so called Tehreek-e-Taliban on innocent children in Peshawar which is situated in Pakistan. Approximately 141 people passed away and out of them were 132 children and few teachers including the Headmistress who gave her life trying to save those helpless kids.

WHY STUDENTS? WHY CHILDREN? What have innocent children done to you and your families? Did children come and shoot at you? Did they wish ill upon you? Chanting “Allahu Akbar” right before shooting children does NOT make you human. Forcing children to see their own teachers’ burn in front of them does NOT make you human. This isn’t revenge. This is an understatement.

They were innocent little souls who had no idea they would be killed within minutes at their own school. A place where a child goes to meet his friends, to study, to learn something new, to have fun and enjoy. A school is not a war-zone, but you terrorists have made it one. A set of 2 people come together in unity and give birth to the future generation. That future generation is expected to grow and make their parents proud. Sadly, that hasn’t happened in this Army Public School.

Animals have a reason to kill. It may be for food or to protect themselves. People killing children are beyond words can define. It’s true that humanity is lost the minute people start a protest that says killing children is wrong.

The attack by the Taliban was in retaliation for an ongoing Pakistan Army operation against them and its allies in the North Waziristan tribal area. The TTP (Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan) said many of their family members had been killed in the campaign, and said the attack on the school was in revenge for those deaths.

The time line of the attack goes as follows:

  1. 05:30 GMT – Attack beganwhen a group of seven attackers, reportedly in military uniforms, entered the school.
  2. 07:11 GMT – TTP claims The gunmen were reportedly under orders to shoot older students.
  3. 07:25 GMT – Evacuation of children and teachers begins with a rescue process underway. Nearby schools start closing down.
  4. 10:47 GMT – Reports sayas many as 10 loud explosions heard at the school. Reporters say the operation underway is reaching a climax.
  5. 12:35 GMT – Eleven more teachers rescued from the school.
  6. 13:14 GMT – Another injured child succumbs to his wounds at Leady Reading Hospital in Peshawar, raising the death toll to 131.
  7. 14:12 GMT – Last gunman killed. Operation over.

Source: http://www.aljazeera.com/news/asia/2014/12/fighters-attack-army-run-school-pakistan-20141216742794184.html

If anyone from Pakistan would be reading this, I, Shreya Roy would like to send my heartfelt condolences to you people and the parents of the deceased in Pakistan all the way from Hyderabad, India. The beautiful country that have been shamed by people such as these terrorists, I ask you, the general public, to raise your voice. Raise your voice against the Government and demand answers for the souls of those departed. Blood is red for a person who dies on this side of the border or on the other side. A child’s blood is the purest and that has been shed in the most disgusting and inhumane way possible. I only hope for peace in your country and that can be done by the public speaking up for justice.

Do ask your Government to tighten up security, to remove all these terrorists that hide like foxes all around your beautiful country. I would also like to add, Islam is a beautiful religion. I know this being a Hindu and your fellow neighbour. No one can judge Islam just because there are so many Muslim terror groups out there. Not all Muslims are bad and this should be known that by blaming the wrong people does not help at all. This could be me dying someday, it could be my future children, it could be anyone.





Does crying help? How does it?


Personally speaking, it does for me. I can easily let go of my emotions by crying it out to myself or to someone. Everyone might oppose to crying because of the famous line “Crying doesn’t help anyone”, but what if it does?


Crying can be for both happy and sad reasons. You might cry for a few minutes if you’re really happy or proud about something. You can cry for hours if you’ve lost someone or something. All the pent-up feelings you have inside yourself, how do you want to let that go? No one should keep them bottled up. It harms you. It makes one over think any situation. The best remedy is to remove those feelings completely. Have a clear mind. You should accept what has happened. You can’t undo the past. Even if you do, it wouldn’t be the same nor feel the same.


I honestly talk to myself out loud if I have to stop myself from crying. I stroll around my room telling myself to stop. I look up at the ceiling to hold back the tears running down my cheeks. They’re literally unstoppable and uncontrollable. Once you break down, it is hard to stop. Thus, I end up on my bed, face the sheets and weep it all out. How hard is it to stop those distant memories to flood back into your mind again? Especially when each and every thing you look at reminds you of them? You feel your minds playing games with you. Tricky games of reminding you of those days bygone. You’re just lost in your own world, your own bubble that broke.


The worst type of crying is when you don’t wanna make any noise so that someone doesn’t hear you and ask you anything. You cry silently, tears trickling down your face and you put your hands to your face and shut your mouth. Those miserable sobs; you feel dejected and gloomy. Well, gloomy is an understatement.


How can you call it love when you’re crying more than you’re smiling? What if you weren’t crying more than you were smiling? You were smiling and laughing after a long time. “Nothing lasts forever”. I don’t know whether that’s true but crying about not having a forever does give me and many others some unknown satisfaction. I rather leave that unknown, a mystery.