The PlayStation

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PUBLISHER'S NOTE:
This story is written by "DURR E SHAHAWAR BUKHARI" and was the third placed story amongst the top 3 stories in "A TRIBUTE TO APS MARTYRS BY WRITING" competition!
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(Evening )
Kiddo: Mama ! Can we go to the fun land tonight plzzz?

She: No ,you still have unfinished homework and I’ve still many unfinished chores. Can’t you see?

Kiddo: Mama please

She: I said,  ‘no'

Ughh..ughh

(A while later) mama ! Will you buy me play station this month? , you have promised me that. Talha has ps4 now 

She: ‘Beto may be next month'
Kiddo: What? (Ap hamesha aisa hi kehti hain)

I don’t talk to you now; you are not a good mom (annoyed)

She: OK fine as you say
(Next morning)

Mamma I don’t want to eat the omlet (mujy anda ni khana), give me some koko crunch
She: ‘oh,Beta its already finished’

Ughh uff mama

'Hurry up finish what you have, van is about to come already'

(Peep peep)


Allah Hafiz , I wish when I come back u give me a surprise of my PS, aah

Mom : Allah Hafiz
(An hour later)

While sipping her tea and tuning to different channels on TV she could neither found anything interesting on morning shows nor her tea which she thought has terrible taste because of overheating. Suddenly she stopped by a news channel, breaking news were all over.
“Peshawar Army Public school has been attacked by terrorists”
O, Allah ! (She could not realize the hot terrible tasted tea in her lap, torpidity vanquished the burning sensation)
“terrorists have made the children hostage”
Shocked and bewildered, she rushed to find a rickshaw and asked the driver to take her to nearby market,….yes market? It took her few minutes to realize where and why she was going.
She fumbled, she’ll bring play station after she take his son home.  “take me to APS school bahi”.
Upon reaching, all she could saw were parents crying out their lungs. Hysterically, she was trying to ask about his son. Until she could not confirm, sitting outside in chaos, she was trying to bargain –to God---pleading to save his life, reminding every single good deed of her life as a retort, mortgaging her own life instead. She thought hundreds of times, to bring Play station here to give him a surprise. She was envisaging “on seeing PS he will forget terrorists”. She was having flashbacks of memories, for every second of every minute for all those hours when she did not get any news about his son. His cute giggles, his manly laughter, his relentless wishes, his ecstatic smiles, his dimples …. And then came the news. The news about her son—
“He has been martyred”
Shot- dead-shot-dead-shot-dead-shot-dead … reverberations became permanent …hallucinating voices started following…. 
He was no more but  the most unfortunate and awful thing was ‘she was alive’.
Now, when the pain becomes irresistible, when there comes an excruciating heart ache, when her lungs suffocates, when her breathes strangle, when she feels herself in proximity to insanity , all she does is to “play” – to play  ferociously- now the play station is her reason for survival…
Salute to all the mothers whose kids have been martyred in APS terrorists attack in Peshawar. Every mother is going through the same pain, the same sufferings. Every day when they send their kids to school they have the same separation anxiety that follow; they just keep their eyes on doors and pray for their safe life. Now cherishing their kids more than before…

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