Blind Widow: Why
me, oh my pikin... keeping her gaze to the sky she asked God why didn't He take
her instead? Lying next to her was the bread winner of the family - a 7 year
old hawking in order to afford the daily bread for her blind mom and herself in
almost unrecognizable look. Everyone around her couldn't fight the tears from
falling.
Dumb Boy:
(repeated blabbing and rapid hand movement) He witnessed the whole incidence
from afar off and was struggling to tell the tale. No one understood his sign
even though he kept at it, trembling in shock. Some minutes later, a junior
student showed up and said he beckoning on his younger brother who was playing
behind the buses that was engulfed by the explosion but now, he is no more.
Awaiting Father:
My star, oh my little star... On getting a call from his pregnant wife who
mustered the last courage to dial his mobile number, he raced down only to meet
her lifeless body. Weeping with a loud voice, he hugged her tightly and noticed
his unborn baby making some movement. After a quick surgery to rescue the
little girl, she didn't make it beyond 10 seconds after birth who also suffered
severe heat burn from the deceased mother.
Clusters, media clusters, the nation wails and marvel in
shock. Today agony has ceased from being an idea or some emotions but was felt
when men derail the path of being humans into monsters; dead to any human feeling.
The various tales from the bomb blast both written and
unwritten in this dark journal is dedicated to all those affected by the bomb
blast.
No human or religion
has the right to take another man's life. Laws are made to serve humans and not
humans serving the law.
