Actually and on a serious note, Child’s demise is most saddening and it’s heaviest being small coffin.
Hasmeet writes her feelings as it happened in reality which gives a deep touched never ending memory and feelings.
Hats off to you Hasi 🙂
16 December, 2014. 6:35 a.m. Peshawar, Pakistan
Ammi, today I need,
Biryani in my lunch box.
Fizza will bring korma,
And we’ll have a feast.
Did you pack my,
We will finish the syllabus.
Exams are approaching,
Class tests will be hectic.
I need to buy a reference book,
for Social Science, too.
16 December, 2014. 7:00 a.m. Peshawar, Pakistan.
Ammi, I am going.
Keep my red salwar-kameez ready.
I want to look like Humaima,
At Zehra khala‘s party, this evening.
16 December, 2014. 5:10 p.m. Peshawar, Pakistan.
Ammi, I didn’t even get to taste,
The yummy biryani that you made.
They shot at me, relentlessly.
I bled the color of my red dress…
But, Ammi, don’t cry…
Just hold me in your arms..
I want to sleep deeply…
Bid me a warm goodbye.. PLEASE…
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