For almost two decades, the US has been waging a war in Afghanistan between its allies and the students (the Taliban), the drop scene of which is beyond comprehension. All analysts around the world are amazed New Zealand's 26-run innings in the Test series between the two countries did not lose wickets as soon as the students have conquered the capital of Afghanistan. All the remaining predictions turned out to be instantaneous tomatoes and so far no analyst's opinion or prediction can be called authentic nor can it be said with certainty what will happen in the coming days! Whatever happens will happen but! I still can't understand why our nation is celebrating on Facebook, Twitter and social media and singing hymns in favor of marriage and the Taliban. When he was hired by Noor, Noor said, "Baba, we are the people who have brought down mountains of darkness on us. They have driven us like animals. They have killed our people. We have bombed our children's schools. Occupied, plundered our resources, stole antiquities and idols from the places of worship of the inhabitants of our land, we welcomed them, considered them our Messiah and heroes He did not give a place in his syllabus to the hero who imprisoned his father and took out his eyes and trampled his brothers under the feet of elephants. Abdali is also a hero and Bhalla Shah's mortal enemy is also a hero. We have Jalaluddin Akbar also a hero and his Dula Bhatti who was killed in VK is also a hero. We are responsible for all the chaotic situation of today and the one who hanged Bhutto is also a hero.
The one who was hanged is also a hero. We have Bin Qasim, Ghaznavi, Ghauri, Lodhi Mughal And all such attackers are heroes, and now the killers of our children, the killers of our 70,000 people, the bombers of our security forces, the bombers of our country's economy, the killers of our cities, the slums, the streets. Kalashnikovs, heroin, marijuana culture, bloodshed in our mosques and places of worship, kidnappers of our young children have become our heroes, and the nation is praying for them. I am saying ask the mothers of the children who were martyred in APS school, ask the children whose fathers were martyred in the mosques, ask the newlyweds whose Sartaj was on security and when Their coffins were brought home. Ask the mothers whose corpses were found Ask the sisters and daughters whose honeymooners arrived home tied in bundles. Ask the little ones who were old enough to go to the playground to clap their hands. The father has become a victim of terrorism and at an early age he is washing dishes in a hotel or doing small chores in a tea stall and is the last recourse of his siblings. Ask the child whose father is in the bazaar. I went to get toys for him and he was killed in the bombing. Ask Malala Yousafzai whose school was turned into a mound of bombs and she sat on the mound, opened her books and read. Ask the old father of this young honor whose son sacrificed his life at an early age to prevent the terrorist from entering the school and save the lives of hundreds of children. Ask the mother who received the news of the death of her only son. When she heard this, she lost her senses and, like a madman, began to embrace every young man as her son. Will they all be happy with the victory of the Taliban or will they be able to perform weddings or will they consider the Taliban as their hero? They will ask for prayers for them. They will celebrate. Even if they do it out of some expediency, will history forgive the students (Taliban)? If history is supposed to be distorted, then of course it will be done! Then Nora began to sob After a pause, Noor said in a choked voice, "Listen, Irshad!" At least from my heart and mind, these heartbreaking and heartbreaking events can never be forgotten, whether my tongue is silenced or my message is shot to destroy my memory or to destroy me. Whether my vein is cut with a poisonous sharp instrument, whether I and my thoughts are bound and chained, whether the flesh is separated from the bones by whipping on my curved back, I will not rejoice for these executioners, nor will I beat the drums. I will not utter a single word or word in support of them on social media or any other forum because their hands are stained with the blood of my nation's children, mothers, sisters, sons and brothers, security forces and innocent laborers, peasants and frail old men. It will never happen to me.
After hearing all of Noor's words, Noor woke up inside me and I confirmed Noor's words and asked Noor's permission because today my son's school was celebrating Peace Day and I attended there I have to speak.
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