The devil's race in Swat
Overwhelmed by emotions, I race to whatever peace that can free me from this hell. I race in this marathon that will never have an ending.
It’s called the Devil’s race, which includes heartbreaking obstacles no one gets over. It started with a corrupted government with his advisors taking advantage of powerful positions. It begins with the anthem of bombs erupting, bullets spraying and God’s people crying.
Others and I have been in this race before. I remember running with my parents. Remembering them saying to run and never look back. To never look back because we’ll be okay. Running and running, I was obedient because my life depended on it. Then, I was lifted from my feet with thick and heavy force. Falling on my face, bullets fell from the sky as if God was trying to be my soldier. In a split of a second, I look behind me and only saw pieces of parents.
Others and I have tried to prepare ourselves for this race. Most left the country when there was a chance. Some, few of us, stayed for three reasons.
Reason one: few of us were strong contestants who were not willing to give in.
Reason two: few of us were forced to play a game flooding with blood.
Reason three: few of us were traitors to our real traditions and were in the audience, anticipating the death of their own people.