On 16/12/14, to which it has been six months yet nothing has changed but the deepening of 141 wounds inflicted upon every single Pakistani till the end of time.
On the mother in a bloodied and tattered green and white.
Oh beloved mother,
Bloodied and bruised,
From the tyranny of misfortune,
Your children wished to nurse you tomorrow,
Yet what trampled you forever, prevailed yet again;
The tyranny of misfortune triumphed,
Into the tyranny of everlasting sorrow.
~ Hafsa Khawaja