Remembering my father Abdul Gani Lone. Every year as 21st May approaches I start trembling. Those painful moments/memories— of a family receiving the Bullet ridden body of their loved one. Those moments of helplessness follow you all your life.
Every time a person is killed in our valley, I can visualise what must be happening at his or her home. The teary eyed wails of the loved ones, the anguish—- it is all so same.
My father was killed for saying what he believed in. Those who killed him were terrorists and will Inshallah rot in hell. As will all those terrorists who kill unarmed innocent civilians.
For my father and for all those who have laid down their lives in this conflict, all I pray for is peace. May no bullet ridden dead bodies be delivered to families. May this madness end. May sanity prevail.
