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Azaan lived a dream of achieving the best in life,
In the bleak shadow of reality where his parents lived a humble life under the threat of a knife
His toys were numbered and mostly the discarded broken ones by the rich,
His clothes were those which were worn by the Wazir's son- Nuzich,
The school was a make-shift and he was happy going there,
His teacher who was clad in hijab, was soft-spoken and very kind
The stories that she shared created the vision of a happy world in their minds
Where the people lived in harmony and love in their hearts.
The treaty yet to be signed, was postponing the fate of their hamlet
Perhaps all their prayers were being heard by their very own Allah
The sub-conscious mind was breeding a fear for the multitude
The body and heart was focusing on the present with a hopeful attitude
The judgement day brought in a silence in the air around
Even the sudden honking of the jeep brought a shiver in the spine
He was all set to go to his school, the only shrine of love and peace
The road revealed a strange sight of abandoned vehicles and no gunmen
He was eager to tell the news that perhaps the monsters have fled the city
As he approached the first floor, he could hear the prayer of hope in the name of Allah
The speed of his footsteps increased and he pushed a flower pot off then floor by mistake
He reached the doorstep, smiling and panting, to greet his teacher and paused
In the blink of an eye, he felt a miss of his breath
In the next breath, he opened his eyes to see the ceiling
He felt a numbness in his left side of the body, unable to move due to bruises
Azaan closed his eyes and called out to Allah with tears of mercy
The flower pot was worth 70 innocent lives, all find place in jannat for sure
The snipers could not differentiate it from the sound of the human slayer bomb
All they knew was to react within seconds and target humanity in the name of jihad
Once a shrine for wisdom and faith, now seemed like a graveyard with natural floral wreaths
