7 o clock passing through river indus look out there from the windows of bus golden sun moving on the water against the cool breeze run every thing is going out my way beautiful morning silent and bare the breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree the indus highway is in its own sweet will
every eye was happy the bell rang ....phone first once , then twice then thrice what happened there is bomb in the university what type of joke it is ? its true ! what ? yes first my heart freezes i was trying to hold my soul there was a explosion in my heart i asked myself who you are? really muslim ? with strong faith ? i was convincing myself yes you are a muslim i have a deed of creed my heart was tossed up in the middle it burned me
are you alright ? yes i am that sun and wind become the point of fear my voice was turning back to me in echos in the huge traffic blue buses were grave for us
tell me who the hell is doing this who is he to die me today i curse to him in the worst places of hell
hey friend why are you going inside stop please for the sake of GOD lets go back home no why because i came to read ! yes but but many will cry ? but then they will be silent ! come on reject the call of terror he is heart less man ? what can he do with our lives !! come on tell him we don't fear from him he is the soul less hell
and we go where the death stands
but thing i had seen today everyone also passed through terror
HE WAS NOTHING see me i am alive GOD saved me
lets go on the top of highway today i had also captured the picture of death today it was a irritating ring which was repeatedly asking me "who are you " " what do you do "
today the winds are blowing better then ever come to read