Part-1 link for the reference:
Yes, I am Witnessed (part-II)
With trembling
shaky voice she said ''I tried to find them everywhere
but in-vain. I don't know where my house has gone, it was their
with all of my dolls ''(she pointed her finger again towards river). She seems
so shocked / lost / in her own past, a past which is now a memory. She took a
pause for while and started to talk again with eyes filled with tears. My
father was the best father in the world, he bring every thing to play for me at
home. I never go outside from my home''. She raised her finger towards local
populace who denied to identify her, how they can know me? she asked. If
you don't want to help, its okay, but please don't humiliate my
identity. We are living across the river in Camps now where the flood victims
have provided shelter, food and water. She held my finger and asked me to go
with her to the camp and see the truth. I wasn't able to move and
see. It was like a worst nightmare and it was like watching my own daughter. I
don't remember how much time I stood there with that girl but what brings me
back to the senses it was the warmth of the finger which were held in
my hand. I just requested the guys to help her as much as they can.
I did not see the flood water actually, but what I saw was the flood
water in her eyes. Her big black eyes were lost in deep thought of her father
and brothers whom she will never see again and the memory of this disaster will
haunt her memory as long as she lives. Yes I am witnessed of the flood disaster
2010.
Zubair Amanat
07/11/2012
One of the most touching real life stories i've read. These is very painful to read and knowing more than her dolls it was her own life which was washed away in these waters with unforgettable memories of her dad and brothers.
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Soo sad but well written ....waiting for the next one ;-)
ReplyDeleteAfter reading i have no wordz 4 u...totly spechless...just feeling the bitter realty of life and can feel the pain of her litlle angl....last lines are enough to make a person sad..a salut 4 u my bro. u have a kind heart who feel the grief of mizrable people and u have the abilty of xprs ur feelingz..you hv describe it in very impressive way..its a very heart touching and thought provoking....
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DeleteThank you Sooo Much Maryam Fiaz.. :-) i am going on with all of the stories and experiences in flood soon.. just pray for me