It pains me to write that your sweet face, winking having fun and posing with your sister is associated with a horrific tragedy. The tragedy that pushed us from our homes onto the streets, in solidarity with all your martyred family that lay in coffins on Alamdar road .for two days and two freezing nights.From the 27 martyred 5 were from your family.Five.
Last night many of our hearts broke some more; even when we thought nothing was left to shatter, it managed to become infinitely triturated with grief.
I became, ever so gently despondent.Words which are my everything deserted me.No comfort for my conscience; no oxygen in my air.
And then I saw you smiling. My entire world changed. In simple words; victory of the Shias over barbaric LEJ. The world got a much less scarier place and a more reassuring one.I can only imagine what your mother must have been; for you in all your reveling anguish had the ability to soothe the pain of thousands. You were a balm for our broken hearts when it should be the reverse; we should be tending to you.
You are synonymous with Mastung Blasts; not for tragedy but for courage. A thousand Nishan e Haiders will pale at the presence of your valor. You did what Ali Asghar (a.s) did at the battle of Karbala.
Ibtehaj: Your Radiant Face Is Love Being Relentless In The Face Of Oppression.