Thursday, September 4, 2008

Blood Stains ask for a solution..........

It was a rowdy atmosphere and the market was full of crowd. I just completed my shopping and headed towards the lonely street which eventually led to my house. It was just 2 minutes that I left the market and my ears were puffed up with a loud noise, hitting my eardrum so hard that for seconds, I lost my consciousness. Behind that sound, came a huge dust mixed with heat and smoke, which carried me away for some time and then ruthlessly threw me on the uneven ground. The dust covered my bare white part of the eyes and my nose was bleeding profusely. The dust traveled in my mouth and its fine granules were rolling on my tongue, so as to explain their bitter taste to me.
I somehow managed to put together myself on my legs and was terrified to look at the scene. The market which I left some time before had converted into a big disaster. It was difficult to differentiate between water melons and the heads of people. The blood was flowing like water flowing in a river. Some, people were dead and some were waiting to die. I headed some steps back and the blood in my veins stopped to flow, when I saw that river of blood flowing towards me. I covered my brazen face with my hands and started crying for help.
From all that happened, it was clear to me that it was a terrorist attack. I stood still there, helplessly seeing the medical aid which came for the rescue. Several questions were arising and hitting in my mind. The impact of those questions was much more than the blast which happened sometime before.
The main motive of that attack may be some what else, but before the general public it gets a name-destruction. This destruction is a blend of human destruction as well as property destruction. These terrorists play a game of seesaw with innocent people. The unfortunate thing associated with this game is that on both sides of the seesaw the death rules.
Apart from all those questions, one question always lay hidden in my mind. It asks me why these attacks and blast are associated with Islam and no other religion. Is it the religion which is responsible for all that or there’s something else.
Islam somehow, gets into picture because there’s a well defined rule that during the rain the water gets collected on the road at the place where there’s a ditch. It will never collect on the slant and smooth part of the road. Therefore, the people think that Islam is like a ditch, in which during rains this water gets collected. This is the point, where people misunderstand Islam. Well, Islam is not a ditch but a road or a path which leads a man to success without harming anyone. But there are some people who try to make ditches in this sacred path and say that they follow the path. And absolutely, for those people, who travel like this doesn’t know that God has made a seat reserved for them in the fire train of hell, which is burning from infinity and will burn till infinity.
I got my answer and the dead body parts were taken away by the vans. Still, the blood stains remained on the ground. They were asking me the solutions to avoid all this misfortune. It was bothering me very much, so I assured them to give the solution, and walked away from the site.

1 comment:


'It was difficult to differentiate between water melons and the heads of people. The blood was flowing like water flowing in a river.'

kya likhte ho bhaii ....u knw wat ....ur articles are the image of ur poems is like a description of ur same poem.....

very nice article ....specially its heading is very attractive ....