Aug 31, 2012

The Missing Light


Today it was the International Day for the Disappeared People, an event that made realize what I never realized before...a four letter word called pain. Pain of a mother who lost her only son to anonymous jackboots, pain of a father who died hoping to see his son again, pain of a devoted wife who vanished her sight waiting for her other half, pain of a child who knows not how a father looks and lastly the pain that I can never pen-down, no matter how good I write. But a trivial attempt of my poor perspective dedicated to all the unfortunate partakers in the event goes like this: 

Kashmir, the living earthly paradise, needs no introduction as such. The Vale is very well distinguished for its incredible landscape and for its awful tribulations; unfortunately. Praising Kashmir here for its stupendous beauty is not the argument but the subject matter is to present an ugliest part behind the beautiful veil of paradise.

Before digging in, we need to understand the primary aspirations of Kashmiris. To have a prosperous state, that is a peace center for the entire world, is the primary aspiration of every commune and Kashmir is no exception. The demand for good roads, jobs, banks, schools, health centers is a familiar claim but above all is the right to self determination. But in the dictionary of Kashmir there is no word like freedom needless to talk about the rest.

Now “people” talk of reconciliations to facilitate a constructive dialogue towards a lasting resolution. But I feel sorry rather pity for such less learned people for their ignorance of facts. There is no good in brushing the violations under the carpet by wiping a victim’s tears with political butter known as ‘compensation’. Truth is that no fortune in this world can bring back the lost son to an ailing mother.

To a noble soul it is not an easy task to pen-down the sufferings of a nation. It needs a mountainous courage to summarize the bitter facts. The Kashmir conflict has dented the whole valley both physically and economically. We cannot acknowledge the quantum of the sufferings of the Kashmiris in the real sense. It is an admitted fact that the whole valley is under the fencing of stress, agony and pogrom. I can go on writing like this for ages with my blood fused with pain and agony but my write-up cannot describe or ascribe the real aches and pains of my brethren. 

Before wrapping up, I would like to share some precious words for all the occupied regions in the world (here in context of Kashmir). These are actually the last words of Rachel Corrie, one of the famous American Journalists, which she emailed to her mother prior her death by Israel's Bulldozer:

"No amount of reading, no conferences, no documentary viewing and no word of mouth could present the reality and the situation here in Palestine. You just cannot imagine it unless you see it yourself."

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