The flannel cloak on Raza’s Corpse looked Regal . He seemed in peace . In his silence , I felt everything thing coming down to one word , ‘hate’ . The difference between those who love Mohammad’s Family and those who love Mohammad’s Acquaintances . The people who blew him up a couple of days ago at Imambargah Madinat-ul-Ilm should see this . I knew him . Raza wouldn’t call me by my name . He would still call me ‘sir’ .He would call my every week and tell me everything that’s been happening in his life . His mother was very proud of him . His sister was about to get married . And there is not much I can do .I cannot even face his mother now . What would I say . What would I do . What can I possibly say or do that would make a difference to what’s left of his family . I was recently targeted because of my sect . I knew these people will use whatever means to get back to me . I had an opportunity to make a difference in this context with someone until recently . But hey , I was labeled unfaithful , my past was dug and was splattered all over . The ones I trusted ridiculed me along with them . My people played along . These fanatics didn’t kill me . WOW . And im supposed to be happy about it !! . But here I am writing a few lame words and there its Raza’s family and hundreds others affected in this incident .
Newspapers had this to day . “A suicide bomber and his three accomplices had been intercepted at the main gate of the mosque by security guards but the bomber succeeded in entering the building. He was intercepted by a worshipper in the veranda while others were offering prayers. The man started firing indiscriminately but the worshipper overpowered him. Seconds later, the bomber blew himself up in the veranda some 10 feet from the inner gate of the mosque’s building. At least 150 worshippers were offering prayers at that time. The four attackers had attempted to enter the mosque when two police guards and a private security guard, deputed on the main gate, stopped them and tried to frisk them. The assailants tried to snatch rifles from the policemen. The security guard and the policemen scuffled with them, but one of them, the suicide bomber, succeeded in entering the mosque’s premises.The suicide bomber was resisted by one of the worshippers but he blew himself. The head and legs of the suicide bomber were lying on the floor while other parts of his body were seen stuck to walls.
It had already been a long day . A very long day . I left studios . Had my phone on silent . Forgot it in my car . When I got back it had 37 missed calls . 18 new numbers . I literally shuddered . Really .Allah Khair karay . Before I could check the numbers , my phone vibrated again .And this time it was Kish .She was frantic . Asked me where I was . Told her that I’ll be home soon . She told me about the blast and urged me to stay indoors . As soon as I hung up , It started ringing again . So the first couple of hours were spent receiving phone calls from all over the world . Dubai . Australia . LA . Germany . NJ .Oh and a couple of calls from Islamabad . Ofcourse friends here in Karachi called aswell .Obviously we tend to worry about our loved ones . Then I drove out to what was left of the Mosque .
The scene reeked of burnt bodies , blood and a pungent smell hung in the air . This was the same place where i worshipped everyday for almost a year when I worked at KFC as a Restaurant Manager . I had trained almost three dozen crew members at that outlet . I am avoiding any contact with any KFC crew member abhi . I dont wanna hear that the kids that I trained , the kids I ate with , the kids I sat and washed the floors with , the kids who helped me arranged birthday parties , the kids who still salute me whenever I go to a KFC outlet are harmed in anyway . It has been my destiny to loose people .If there are 100 people in a stadium , Im the guy who gets the loose bulb on his head . I know that and im fine with it . I just have to take it slow ., I have also learned that if I get anything easy , it will be taken away from me . It’s the things that I fight for that stay with me .These kids , these crew members , these worshippers …. Who was to say that this would happen to them . No one knew . What if it was me instead of Raza . I miss them more now because I know I can never all any of them just to say Hi even .
Im sad that something this horrible can happen just a block away from my house . I feel like a wreck because I knew almost everyone who has either lost his life or has lost someone close . I haven’t lost anyone . Im lost because I cannot do anything about it . While I continue my mundane ritual , it was apparent that this would become a dining room issue .When I got to work , everyone was sitting , ranting .Commenting . Analyzing . Boy I wanted to ask them if they’ve ever been in the same room with a corpse let alone…… haraamzaaday .. na khud kuch kartay hain na doosray ko kuch karnay daitay hain …. … and they still find themselves ‘intelligent’ enough to comment on these things .
TODAY 
