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In search of peace (a true story of the burning Swat)

When the cauldron of battle got aboil in the fragile valley of Swat, the sharp burning shrapnel would pass by our ears splitting the peaceful atmosphere into two, when the cannons would spew out the flaring balls that would fall in our backyards and deafen us to sheer dread, we like all the rest of the people decided to migrate from this battlefield to a safe place. It was not an easy job to stay here only to protect one’s house as some of the people kept the opinions. it was not only the cannons that would be fired God knows wherefrom and would explode around our walls but there were shelling helicopters and jet planes that would come soaring and would drop heavy explosives in the proximity of our village which pealed and thundered to the destruction of our nerves. The whole village was fettered by the curfew all around, so they were quite at leisure to discuss each and every pitiable incident. They would get together, sit on a mound and watch the shelling helicopters, their own death. I strongly believe none even smiled in those days. Who could smile in front of abrupt and untimely deaths? Those who sat to discuss the deplorable events today were found dead tomorrow. Every person was a corpse. These jet planes shot two such places that dampened the spirit of the dwellers of the village. They once targeted a plaza, two people were wounded forthwith. It was no woe but what astounded the people was that the plane struck again a minute after and killed fourteen innocent volunteers who wanted to rescue the injured. While in another incident a house was targeted killing an old senile man and few cattle. It was a partial war against the wretched people. Who suffered most were the civilians. Relentless and months long curfews had smothered us. Everything was close and impeded away from mobility. No transport, no hospital no edibles nothing! Only shelling, mortar firing, cannon pealing and planes’ nerve breaking circling above. None could stay and wait for one’s own death in this terrible battlefield. So, like all the rest of the people we decided to migrate to a safe place.

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