• This is a real incident of Mumbai burning in the flames of terror. It was on 26th December 2008, on the night at 9:45, my parents were watching TV and my brother and I were fast asleep. Unaware about the brutal attacks, I dreamt of a rose-a red rose-as red as pure blood.
    The next day I woke up still not knowing about the attacks, my papa switched on the TV and started watching the news. I saw horrible scenes on TV, there was blood all over. a Footage was shown again and again, a police jeep was running from the Cama hospital, there were reporters all over and people were running to save their lives. Someone was firing again and again from the jeep and all people were running helter-skelter, reporters were covering the incident on their cameras. A man was shot on his hand and he lost one finger. It was choking to see him holding his bleeding hand tight. After seeing such horrible scenes I thought who are these heartless fiends firing blindly on innocents? I saw the headlines on various channels and came to know to my horror that they were terrorists. At first it was unbelievable to think ‘terrorists in Mumbai’. How? That’s impossible! But, this was the truth, the horrible truth. I didn’t even want to go school.
    However, the most horrid thing was, the attacks took place near naval dockyard and my father works there, he contacted his friends and decided not to go.
    When we went to school it was closed, it was horrible even to return to my home. The attacks took place in the south-Mumbai and we lived in north-Mumbai but, still we were terrorized. I worried about my friends living in the southern part so I contacted them and found them safe but, I was still melancholic for the sufferers. My heart cursed over the terrorists, I don’t know but, my eyes welled and tears began falling like rain. I was terribly sad for the people who lost their lives and the people who lost their relatives. I thought to kill the terrorists by myself; I thought it will be best if I get that opportunity. I didn’t lose anything but, still thought that everything is lost. Nothing present, nothing and no one left.
    We were glued to the TV screens for the attacks to be stopped. A call came from my home town that we must go and live in our home town. We told that nothing will happen to us the attacks will be over very soon but, it didn’t. That day’s sunrise and sunset are still fresh in my mind. Due to those attacks we didn’t even get the newspaper. I prayed to god and heard the namaz offered to Allah in the mosque near by, that filled my heart and I prayed to Allah to stop the bloody scenes. My nerves froze after imagining the scenes that night. I wasn’t able to sleep and was only able to see the dead body’s blood and flesh all through my dreams. The halted eyes of people, it starred me with horror. I didn’t sleep properly by the red scenes flashing in my mind.
    It was like a never ending night and it was painful even to just think about the bullet shots. Three days continuously the operation ran with taking many precious lives. Even after end of these inauspicious deadly days, we all cry after remembering the incident. People died, cops died, and our happiness also died. We all saluted the NSG commandos who bravely with courage defeated the terrorists. In the same time we saluted the cops who battled-our heroes-the martyrs. We all still remember the flame burning the dome of Taj mahal hotel, the terror holding Oberoi house and the Nariman house of Jews getting bloodied. We still remember the brave NSG commandos, the poor hostages, the martyrs-our heroes and the people who were in Mumbai and lost their precious lives for nothing.
    But, I even remembered the terrorists-Those heartless terrorists but, I felt pity towards them because they were even humans. Killers? No, even they have heart but, they did so due to some need. I still hate them but, the strangest thing is that I share my birthday with the biggest terrorist-the Al-Qaeda man. There may be millions and more than that who has their birthday on 10th of March, but I request them to spread the message of love.