The
worst day of my life
Happenings in life
leave an imprint on our mind depending upon the nature of event and thus these
become our memories. Some events remain in memory for quite long. It is not in
the control of a human to remove the memories from one’s mind as it is linked
with time. Sometime one remembers the painful and sad incidents for longer time
as compared to joyful happenings. So do I, 10 years ago, I experienced
something unpleasant I could hardly think of.
It was a bright sunny
day. As I headed to the school, I noticed something unfamiliar in the
atmosphere. However, I entered my school and went straight to my classroom. I
was waiting for the assembly bell to ring while putting my bag on the chair but
to my surprise, it didn’t ring that day. I noticed my class fellows busy in
chatting with each other apparently everything looked fine. My unconscious mind
signaled me something unfortunate was about to happen.
It was no longer when
our class teacher approached and asked us to keep quiet. On sitting next to the
window, I noticed that the students playing in the playground and corridors
were sent to their classes leaving it all empty.
Within no time, there
was pin-drop silence throughout the school as if nobody existed there. Our
class teacher was sitting still lost in deep thoughts. We were shocked to see
her that quiet as she was known as the jolliest
among the teaching staff.
After a few minutes, she
asked one of our classmates, Huzaifa to recite a few verses of the Holy Quran. As
he was reciting, she broke into tears leaving us numb.
It was then we
came to know that our school van full of students met an accident while passing
over the bridge and fell into the Canal having heavy flow of water. I turned my
head in a trance to see the strength of our class less than the usual. I found
my fear to become a terrible reality. We were told that the army troops and
rescuers were trying their best to handle the situation but sadly none of the
students survived. Even the dead bodies of some students were not found but few
of their belongings were found.
It was bitter reality
to believe and without having any trance of them. Their stationary reminded us
of them that were now covered with their blood. The pain I feel for them is
still as heavy as it was for me 10 years ago .May their souls rest in peace!
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