O, Lord! Where are you?
Mom!
Where are you, Mama? ( a six-year-old child with torn clothes and the bleeding body was crying for his mother. He was in a garden which has now turned into a battlefield. All around there was blood flowing and everyone was crying for their beloved ones. Everyone was calling their loved one).
“Oh lord helps us”, said a bleeding old lady. The little boy was crying and searching for his family. He searched all the dead bodies for the search of his family. He cried for help but everyone was helpless at the moment. His ears were dying to listen to his mom’s voice but he didn’t hear anything except the sound of guns and bombs. After searching a lot for his family he heard a man who was shouting and saying, “let’s run away. They are coming to kill us. let’s run.” The non-Muslim army troop was coming which has attacked the garden for the revenge of their leader who was killed by the Muslim ruler. The little boy ran with hope for help. He couldn’t see anything except the burning houses of the poor. He couldn’t see a hand for help except for the sharp swords which were thirsty for someone’s blood. The boy finally reached a village. In a flock fell on a woman .” oh little angle! Where are you going?” said the woman (a Muslim woman who was covered from head to toe with a veil).
Boy: please,help me .please,help me .Really they will kill me.
Woman: Why? Keep calm. No one will do anything.
Boy: No, no they have killed everyone.
Woman: Tell me your name and don’t cry.
Boy: my name …… My name… I am John.
The crowd which has gathered to help the boy now reduced only to one man and sounded” What! A non-Muslim.”
Woman: Come with me little angel don’t be worried.
the little boy went with her. The woman took him with her at home and gave him the first aid. She gave him food to eat.
Woman: Now tell me little angel where are you from and what has happened to you?
Boy: I am John. My father is a poor farmer. I was living with my family in a small village. After a Long time, we have come here to see my forefather’s place. I requested my father to show us all the town. He refused but I forced him a lot. We all were enjoying a lot in the town’s old garden but in a sudden change, I lost my everything oh lord!
Woman: Oh my Allah! Don’t worry little angel he will help you.
” Open the door. We want to search your house. Open the door,” said a stranger on the door. The woman hid the boy under a table. The woman opened the door and saw a group of people standing with swords on the door. Everyone came into the house.
Stranger: Where is that non-Muslim who you have kept at your home.
Woman: Which type of non-Muslim?
Stranger: We were told that you have brought an impure blooded non-Muslim from Bazar.
Woman: No, there is no one like this.
Stranger: Search everywhere. I want that boy.
Woman: Look! You are not allowed to do this.
Stranger: you are also not allowed to keep a non-Muslim at your home. You know they are killing us and still, you want to help them.
Woman: He is just a five-year-old kid.
Stranger: We have also lost our kids because of them.
Woman: He has also lost his family.
Stranger: They have killed our brothers and our religion has allowed us to take our revenge.
Woman: He is just a kid neither a non-Muslim nor a Muslim.
Stranger: We don’t care.
Woman: Almighty has created them the same as us.
Stranger: They have lost their way. Kill the boy.
Woman: He is my guest. Before killing him, kill me. Run O little angle. May Allah the Almighty bless you!
Stranger: you disobedient woman!
The boy ran from there and heard the voice of ” Allah o Akbar”. Many people followed him. He ran everywhere for help with bundles of questions in his heart. He asked,” Oh lord! What is going on in this world? Someone is killing in your name and someone is killed in your name. Someone is killing to take his revenge that you have allowed it and someone is not letting kill because you have ordered to save everyone’s lives. Everyone has forgotten your words now there is no human.
There are just Muslims, non-Muslims, Christians, Hindus and many more .”
They caught the little angel and killed him too.
The little boy who didn’t take a step without his mom was killed in the name of religion. In his last breath, he was just asking, “Oh lord! Where are you? Oh lord! Where are you?”
SANJ School Buleda