Woke up this morning as usual day to grab some more sleep,
My last I never knew, my fate had other plans.
I packed my school bag with books that were to fulfill my dream,
My last I never knew, my travel in my school van.
I pull my sweet little sister cheeks promising her a chocolate, kissing goodbye to my Mum,
My last I never knew; Ammi, just 12 years of life I had!
We have planned a weekend family trip, it’s since long we have had one,
My last I never knew; Abba, I get to see you smiling face, my loving dad!
School starts with prayer and worship to thank the Lord for each day,
My last I never knew, I would meet you all my dear friends.
Lectures begin as teacher teaches us a new chapter, as we recite the new verse as she says,
My last I never knew, I would sit on my favourite brown bench.
We write the new topic in our books as some naughtily play pranks that make us laugh,
My last I never knew, I would be marked Present in the attendance register.
I enjoy the new topic with our teacher animatedly enacts after she reads a paragraph,
My last I never knew, I wouldn’t be able to wipe out this day with an eraser.
Then it came, Ammi; that time we ignored the sudden thumping noises across the class,
I saw those few masked men holding guns barging in shooting our staff!
In seconds, I was down under my desk as I saw a bullet shattering our window’s glass,
A huge wail I heard I peered to see my best friend’s head slit into half.
I tried to get up instinctively but I couldn’t feel my legs,
Heartbroken and helpless as I saw my class turn into a death bed.
Don’t harm these young kids, my dear teacher cried and begged,
Those bad guys were really ruthless; one scorned at her and shot her dead.
I was scared Abba, really very scared; shivering and struggling with pain,
A huge explosion I saw burned down the entire wall of another class.
They forcibly pushed students down and randomly fired at them,
All fell like a pack of cards, blood smeared all across the mass.
I heard a deep feeble cry of my classmate lying next to me,
We together hopefully cringed behind another desk away from those glaring eyes.
I choked as I felt his hand turn cold suddenly,
No it was mine too; my chest throbbed as I saw them watch me die.
Ammi, Abba ; I love you and know it is difficult to bear this grief,
My last I never knew, my soul was so soon to be set free.
It is hard for me too to see you’ll like this, so please do not weep,
My last I never knew, I wish I could hug the two of you tightly.
I write this letter from heaven to you parents and everyone,
Behalf of all those who lost their lives and to mourning families.
I hope you adopt peace and don’t succumb or encourage any violence,
My last I never knew; keep that fire burning in your heart, wage out that terror together and let not another family bereave!!!
In solidarity to the victims of Peshawar incident, may their souls rest in Peace, Amen.
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