Our past is now becoming our present; days which were once considered to be 'yesterday' are now 'today'. Just like twenty years back, now when I look around myself, I see gloomy darkness bombarding my pupil. A spirit of ghast pervades my soul, and I become petrified. What I see ahead is terror, cruelty, injustice and above all, bloodthirsty emperors being as kind hearted as wolves ruling the lands!

 

      Let us for once negotiate and question ourselves that, have feelings like happiness, exhilaration and jubilation vanished from world hearts and let blood shatter overrule? Why? Why is that every night when I close my eyes I see those Kashmiris endeavoring, facing injustice, barbarism and most importantly ferociousness. I feel more and more frustrated and depressed by each passing day. I ask you that don't you feel the same way? Haven't you ever thought that what is their fault? After all they are humans too, but is there nobody to stand up for their human rights, that are being trampled upon and violated to a great extent. 

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      Why is that Kashmir, an area which was known for its breathtaking beauty and an attractive landscape, a place known as the'land of heavens', a paradise full of valleys with varying shades of green and a snow carpeted land(where warmth of fire was once a joy), is now suffering from India's  affliction, whose infinite hunger for land is resulting in some terrible massacres. It has crossed its boundaries; stabbing the poor Kashmiris in their backs. They are shackling the bodies of their children with pellet guns and bombing their houses since 5th of August 2019(when the lock down started after revocation of Article 370 in India's constitution).

 

      The Kashmiris are thriving for peace, justice and freedom. India has carved the blackest of days on the pages of world history with the blood of those wretched Kashmiris and their infants.

 

      But that day will come, when each tear that dropped from those eyes, each drop of blood that dropped in that mud will reunite and take its revenge. They will bring along an obstreperous flood, which will wash the enemies and their brutality away.

 

     That day will come when the eyes of Kashmiris will unbind an unfolding and an untold story, when their screams will echo in world cabinets evoking a thousand sympathies. That day will come with its sunrise bringing along rays of freedom and the birds will sing the melody of happiness; marking the history of a war between the rightful and an evil covetous and let me apprise you, that day isn't that far...