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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a glimmer of hope pierced through the darkness that
had gripped Kashmir for far too long. With the restoration of internet services after a year￾long blackout, a sense of cautious optimism began to take root in the hearts of its
beleaguered inhabitants. For Ahmed and Aaliya, it was a small but significant step towards
reclaiming their lives from the clutches of despair.
As they tentatively ventured online, the world seemed to open up before their eyes, a vast
and uncharted expanse of possibilities stretching out before them. The ability to
communicate with loved ones, to reconnect with friends and family who had been torn
away by the cruel hand of fate, was a balm for their wounded souls.
But even as they celebrated this small victory, they knew that the road ahead would not be
easy. The scars of the past two years ran deep, etched into the very fabric of their beings by
the relentless march of tragedy and loss. The abrogation of Article 370 had plunged Kashmir
into a maelstrom of chaos and upheaval, leaving behind a trail of destruction that would
take years to fully comprehend.
Ahmed and Aaliya had borne witness to the worst of humanity's cruelty, their lives forever
altered by the horrors they had endured. But amidst the rubble and ruin, they refused to
succumb to despair. They were not alone in their suffering – tens of thousands of others, like
them, had borne the brunt of the violence and oppression that had gripped their homeland.
Mothers mourned the loss of their sons, taken from them in the prime of their youth by the
senseless brutality of war. Families grieved for loved ones lost to the indiscriminate violence
that had torn through their communities, leaving behind a trail of broken bodies and
shattered dreams.
And yet, amidst the sorrow and despair, there were glimmers of hope – small but significant
signs that life was slowly beginning to return to normal. Business owners, once crippled by
the harsh restrictions imposed by the government, dared to dream of a brighter future as
commerce began to slowly pick up once again.
But the wounds of the past were slow to heal, and the scars they left behind served as a
constant reminder of the price that had been paid for the semblance of peace that now
reigned. Mothers still waited anxiously for their sons to return home, their cries for justice
echoing through the silent streets.
And so, as Ahmed and Aaliya looked towards the future, they knew that the road ahead
would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty. But they also knew that they were not
alone – that together, with courage and resilience, they could rebuild their lives from the
ashes of the past, and emerge stronger than ever before. For in the end, it was the indomitable human spirit that would triumph over adversity, and light the way towards a
brighter tomorrow.
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It has been five long years since the dark clouds of despair descended upon Kashmir, casting
a pall over the land that once thrived with life and vitality. Yet, even as time marched on, the
wounds inflicted upon the people of Kashmir remained raw and unhealed, a painful
reminder of the injustices they had endured.
In the shadows of this turmoil, there still lingered families whose children had been torn
away from them, snatched from their homes by the merciless hands of the army. These were
not criminals or terrorists, but innocent souls caught in the crossfire of a conflict they had no
part in. In those tumultuous times, it had become a macabre hobby for the army to pick up
individuals at gunpoint, their arbitrary actions leaving a trail of broken lives and shattered
dreams in their wake.
Even now, five years later, the mere act of walking through the streets where the army was
present posed a new threat, especially for young girls like Me. The leering gazes and
predatory stares of the soldiers sent a shiver down her spine, a constant reminder of the ever￾present danger that lurked just beyond the horizon.
I have witnessed firsthand the silent agony of the people of Kashmir, their voices stifled and
their cries for justice falling on deaf ears. In those dark days, the vibrant tapestry of Kashmiri
culture was slowly unraveling, thread by thread, as fear and uncertainty gripped the hearts of
its inhabitants.
Through it all, I have seen the resilience of Ahmed and Aaliya, a beacon of hope amidst the
darkness that threatened to consume them. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against
them, they refused to surrender to despair, their love for each other serving as a guiding light
in the darkest of times.
As they walked hand in hand through the streets of their beloved homeland, they knew that
the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles. But they also knew that as
long as they had each other, they could face whatever the future held with courage and
determination.
Together, they embarked on a journey of rebuilding, one step at a time, knowing that the
fate of Kashmiris had been written long ago. And though the scars of the past would never
fully heal, they took solace in the knowledge that they were not alone – that as long as they
stood united, they could weather any storm that came their way. And so, with heads held
high and hearts filled with hope, they marched bravely into the unknown, ready to carve out
a new destiny for themselves and their beloved homeland.

(THE END...)






EPILOGUE:-
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the scarred landscape of
Kashmir, Aaliya and Ahmed stood together, their hearts heavy with the weight of all they
had endured. They had weathered the storm of oppression and violence, clinging to each
other with a fierce determination that had sustained them through the darkest of times.
But as they looked out across the broken horizon, they knew that their journey was far from
over. The wounds of the past may have begun to heal, but the scars they left behind served as
a painful reminder of the price they had paid for their freedom.
This was the story of Aaliya and Ahmed, a story of love and resilience in the face of
unimaginable hardship. But theirs was not the only story that needed to be told. In the
shadowed corners of Kashmir, there were thousands of such stories waiting to be witnessed
and uncovered – stories of loss and suffering, of hope and despair.
There were thousands of incidents that would tear your heart away, each one a testament to
the enduring strength of the human spirit in the face of adversity. And yet, try as I might, I
cannot find the perfect words to capture the magnitude of their suffering, nor the depth of
their resilience.
This is the suffering of a single family, but theirs is just one voice among many, crying out
for justice in a world that has turned a blind eye to their pain. As I mentioned here, there are
countless families whose cries still haunt the dead of Kashmir, their voices silenced by the
weight of oppression and fear.
I hope that this story has given you a glimpse into the reality of life in Kashmir – a reality
marked by hardship and strife, but also by love and resilience. And as we bear witness to
their struggles, may we never forget the sacrifices they have made, nor the courage they have
shown in the face of overwhelming odds.

© Inaya


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