A Seed of remorse dont kill my contempt

There is more to the word rebel than what culminates at the faade of an incident and which is shown religiously every day in the news. Whether or not they show, the rebel instincts will not seize in us because it is us who have kept the tradition of oral transfer of pain alive and upheld the values of death for justice . !t is bestowed on us by our forefathers that we strive for the betterment. !nterestingly when ! sit down in one of those dark rooms of my house whose windows are cut deliberately in the direction of "hah #amdam "hrine, so that ! never forget that truth and justice shall prevail. !f that hasn$t sufficed, many of us have called for the best portraits of the %aba, so that the sight of it fills us with hope. What not have we done so far to breed and survive idealism but all seems to be falling short to make us stand for what we believe in.

!t fills me with pain like all others when ! see innocent blood spilled like that& we have used blood to cultivate our trees and greenery. The beauty of %ashmir is upheld and serene because it has swallowed human flesh. !t grows blood red roses to please all. 'or every rose a life it takes. (ou can$t count the roses in %ashmir nor can you the lives we sacrificed. #ave we ever attempted to marry the two different identities of %ashmir) !f we did so, it would be a beautiful mother who survives on its own children$s blood.

*as %armak %hodayas #awala said my mother and for a minute my heart is stilled at the thought that *od himself is going to accompany me, but it crushes me to see mothers don$t mean to bestow protection on kids anymore. They watch at a distance and one after the other the kids seep down the death well at the call of a +paid piper$. ! must have died a long time back or it is a hallucination that has caught me or you. #ow many times should ! be caught in the same treacherous realization of being a subject and muster the courage to go through what ! have been, all over again)

! succumb to the might just as when ! was frail, but hopeful. ,ow life has endorsed me to the realization of being strong and helpless at the same time. What could it be, my heart a pale heavy stone locked in a tender walled chest bumping as the screams got closer, the +-aen$ haunts me, compelling my father forever to stand by my side and put our best knives under my pillow. -aen ate young people of %ashmir and looks like she is hungry for more and here comes the news that she has penetrated her teeth in a son$s throat. -aen is the adversary of my beautiful mother %ashmir

! tremble with the same fear and helplessness overwhelms my conscience. !t must end somewhere unless it is a stream, or a lake or an ocean. Than there must be no rescue for the plight we have or it must rent asunder the surroundings, because streams will become lakes, and lakes will flood. *od$s promise is just, let it be an ocean and the land beneath will tremble and set the