“Sometimes…suddenly, out of the blue, we’re wounded. But all wounds heal. In time, a scab forms and covers it. It hides itself. Because no wound wants to be seen.” – Elif Shafak : The Gaze
There was a time in our life, when all of us broke down, simultaneously, we did. We grieved. Sixteenth December is that wound that hasn’t healed, at least not yet. In time, sure a scab forms and covers it, but every year, it is blown away, and the wounds are refreshed. They deserve to be remembered.
When it happened, I was in class. Grade seventh, it was our last period. Maths. I loved it back then, still do. Most people don’t. It was our last class of the day, but the teacher hadn’t shown up yet. We were overjoyed, and all over the place. The class reps, I and my friends were roaming the class, excited and nervous, for we didn’t know what was happening. I remember standing next to the door, with a friend of mine, and our class teacher showed up. There is only one word that describs her- bubbly. However, at that time, it was anything but bubbly. She came in and told us to pray, for the same school as ours, for the kids wearing the very same uniform as ours, were under attack, Apsacs Peshawar was under attack. I smiled and my friend asked her whether she was joking. She was not. It was all real. Too real.
I remember going back to home, and watching the news. You could take every synonym of terrible and frightening and horrific and it still wouldn’t be enough to describe it. It never is. It never will be.
That day is unforgettable. But every year, when sixteenth December comes up, there is a vibe in the air. The sky has a colors of its own that day, every year, unimaginable. Unforgettable. Every year, when this day comes, and it’s almost relived, there is always a vibe to add. The Jazba to live, the janoon to learn. To reach the highest skies and to touch the blazing sun and remain unburned. Every year, this day comes, and it proves how we rise, how we shine, just like the Apsacs moto tells us everyday, reminds us everyday, on the back of its notebooks, and it’s badges. It reminds us that we shall rise and shine. And every year, we do. We reach the highest skies and we touch the blazing sun, we go beyond the stars, and the moon looks at us with pride. We rise and we shine. As always. For always.