Letter from a child who lost his life the day Humanity breathed its last…
Ammi, don’t cry! I am fine.
Am I? Yes, I am.
But I was happier with you.
They’re saying I’m closer to Allah now…
But I loved it more with Abba & how!
Allah is good Ammi, he made me sleep in his lap…
Though I had to leave for Imran, Ali & Sakina were waiting to take a nap.
I was reading my book, when they came…
Started firing bullets, like I did in the video game.
I was scared Ammi, when Sakina was bleeding…
She cried first & then I thought she was sleeping.
I held her hand, asked her to run…
Little did I know, next was my turn.
I didn’t see his face but looked into his eyes…
He was like me, but didn’t care for cries.
I wish he knew this wasn’t a game
No extra lives, no powers in this came.
Is this what is called death, Ammi?
Why didn’t you prepare me for this?
If you had, I could have given it a miss!
Is death bad Ammi? Will I ever see you again?
They’re saying I won’t & all your prayers were for vein.
But I trust Allah, as you do…
Ask Him, why this happened to me & you.
Who were they & why they did us bad?
Teacher said, good children never get sad.
Did the teacher lie? I was always good.
You said, Allah was there wherever kids stood.
Don’t cry Ammi, I am fine.
Am I? Yes, I am trying.