A Tribute to the Jawans

February 14.

On the day when couples around the world celebrated being together with their loved one, so many wives lost their husbands.

Grief. Pain. Tears. Shattered dreams.

This is what every grief-stricken family of the victims involved in this year's shocking Pulwama terror attack is left with.

The severity of this year's Pulwama terror attack has shook the country.

India is sleeping. While the entire country's citizens have united against the face of terror and bloodshed, the so-called 'leaders' of the nation have long dozed off. The bravehearts have long protected us in adverse conditions leaving their family behind while we have enjoyed our lives in luxury. Even when these courageous jawans need a final farewell, none of the 'authorities' prioritize the need of the hour.

Probably India is the only country where its Prime Minister would travel abroad and schedule an international campaign ad shoot for himself during a national crisis of terrorism.

A pure act of betrayal towards the citizens, most importantly, our jawans. The same bravehearts that had tended to their motherland, pledging every drop of blood and sweat for the nation and its people have landed up at the end of the priority list of the nation. What a shame.

Terrorism has been a word that has been resounding in several Kashmiri households for decades. Instead of the joyous childhood every child ought to have, these innocent children have been exploited by using them as shields in violent protests, using them to launch suicide bombs and engaging them in terrorism.

Kashmiri parents whose children are forced to be under such influence for the sake of money have been paralyzed with fear for years. Many exploited children either follow the path of such terrorists to become one or end up toiling away in their homes, with no money to sustain and no future to look forward to.

All that Jammu and Kashmir needs the most is - peace, kindness and love.

Let us pray for hope and strength for these helpless families to overcome what they are going through, do the best we can do for them and hope that the next generation does not face such cruelty.

Peace.

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