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✧ @moranginhos asked: the this is us movie or the where we are movie?
This is the real face of Pakistan how a boy merely 16 himself helping first graders escape the school rather running away himself even though the intensity of attacks is getting stronger every second
Remember December 16th
The above video was made by the Pakistan Army Media Cell/Department in remembrance of the Victims. It has both Urdu and English subtitles so please listen to it.
I want everyone to know about this. So after you read the whole thing I’d greatly appreciate if you reblogged this. Because lets face it, we won’t get justice unless we all stand together. And currently we can’t do that when we have completely biased media ESPECIALLY American and Western Media which blows up when a terrorist attack occurs there but every time Muslim or POC lives are lost we don’t exist.
Last year I came home from school completely unaware of what was going on. It was only when my dad came home from the office that I realized what the problem was. That it had been going on since Early morning. It was only then that I found out that my fellow brothers and sisters were being massacred.
The high school grades had a seminar in the school’s Auditorium that day. The boys had just sat down and the lecturer (a medical army officer) had just started when loud noises were heard outside. The students thought it must be a demonstration, the doctor had the doors shut, He knew something was wrong. The doors couldn’t hold forever and eventually the terrorists from TTP got in. They killed so many. The pictures of the bloody floors from last year are still fresh in my mind.
You all have no idea what went on.
The terrorists demanded a young teacher get out of the way so they could kill her students. She refused, and for that she was doused in petrol and set on fire. Her last words to her students were to run, to save themselves. (Her name was Afshan Ahmad).
A 13 year old boy was told by his best friend to lay still and silent next to another classmate who had coughed up blood as a reflex to his wounds. The boy listened and he survived. He called out to his best friend a few times who didn’t respond. Later he found out that his best friend had died, but his advice had saved his life.
So many pretended to be dead so they may survive. Some survived, some were found out and killed on the spot.
The terrorists came in to a classroom and asked the students who were children of army officers. The kids were terrified. The thought the terrorists were army soldiers come to rescue them, and they were afraid that the offspring of the army would be saved first. They all raised their hands in their misguidedness. Civilian children and Army children were all killed.
One of the students was shot in the legs, he had to bite into his tie so he wouldn’t scream out loud, so he wouldn’t give away the smallest chance he had of surviving. When he crawled into the next room he saw a teacher burning.
A student and his friend called his brother for help. The brother didn’t pick up at first. They hid under desks when they heard the footsteps of the terrorists returning. The brother called back, the ringtone alerted the terrorists. One of the boys slipped out of hiding to save his best friend.
The terrorists forced the children out from under their desks, those who were hiding. They poked and prodded the injured to make SURE they were dead before moving on to the next classroom.
A group of 11th/12th grade boys were in the science lab. A 9th grader ran to warn them to close themselves off because of the trouble. They shoved desks against the door and armed themselves with whatever things they could find. The science teacher was in on the act. He pushed the desks away while laughing like a maniac.
A teacher, a mother, watched her son leave for the Auditorium. He had asked her for money to spend just before leaving so he could spend it at the canteen with his friends. His mother jokingly scolded him for asking for money when his father had already given him some that morning. The last time the mother saw her boy was him cheekily smiling as he left for the auditorium.
The ENTIRE 9th Grade was wiped out. I’m not exaggerating. The only boy who survived had missed his alarm, so he stayed at home. He was the only 9th grader who lived.
25 teachers, 10 female (including the principal) and 15 males were killed. Most of them were really young. The Principal had been brought out to safety, she went back in, she refused to be safe and do nothing while her children died. She went back in to help. She didn’t make it out a second time.
A little girl went to school on her first day. Her parents remember dressing her up and sending the excited child to school. She never came back.
Mothers worriedly waited outside the school desperately praying their sons be safe. They didn’t know if they would walk out or be carried out. The winter holidays of most schools in Pakistan started early and ended late due to security threats.
A video went around of an ENTIRE hallway in a hospital covered in the bodies. They were all laid out in a line. All wrapped up in white coffins.
So many children from elementary to highschool were killed. It was the boys branch of the school which was with the elementary school. The high school was targeted but so many 8-18 year olds died, give or take a few years.
OVER A HUNDRED. ONE HUNDRED FIFTY. Definitely more. The final number was kept from the media to prevent mass panic. It was definitely more than 150.
That’s how horrible it was. At that time there were no filters of the Pakistani flag made for us on Facebook. We changed them ourselves to black because of the pain we felt.
I remember not feeling the intensity of the situation at that time. it was so hard to take in at the time. A year later and my heart hurts so much. Because they didn’t deserve it. Even typing this is becoming harder and harder as I think of the pain the families must have gone through. I can’t believe its been a year already.
I remember penning a letter to the school to send my condolences, knowing that it wouldn’t matter. I couldn’t bring back their friends and family. I could only offer them support through my words.
My classmate, my friend, had cousins in that school. They were safe. They got out unharmed but not everyone was so lucky. So many died that day. So many were injured.
And that day the TTP took our nation’s youth and tried to break us. They killed my brothers, and some of my sisters because they were COWARDS. They killed children, they killed the unarmed, untrained youth who they had no fight with. Some enemy they are. They fear our nation’s children. They fear our nations future. And they should, because we’re not letting those lives lost be in vain.
And all those who died. They aren’t really dead. They are Shaheed. Allah says in the Quran :
وَلاَ تَحْسَبَنَّ الَّذِينَ قُتِلُواْ فِي سَبِيلِ اللّهِ أَمْوَاتًا بَلْ أَحْيَاء عِندَ رَبِّهِمْ يُرْزَقُونَ
“And reckon not those who are killed in Allah’s way as dead; nay, they are alive (and) are provided sustenance from their Lord” [3:169]
Muslims aren’t terrorists. In Non-Muslim countries we are treated as such. In Muslim countries we are attacked and terrorized by those who pose to be us. Islam has never taught any of this stuff.
“He who kills a soul unless it be (in legal punishment) for murder or for causing disorder and corruption on the earth will be as if he had killed all humankind; and he who saves a life will be as if he had saved the lives of all humankind.”
(The Qur’an, Al-Ma’idah, 5:32)
Some terrorists of TTP were hanged a few weeks ago. The government received threats from the TTP for a repeat of last year. Security has been increased again and our country still bleeds a year later, for the innocent lives.
Just a day or two ago, a school near me (a 15 minute drive actually) received a coffin. The message is simple enough. I went there half a year ago to give my annual exams as its our central examination center of our area. The students in that school are being given self defense in case of an attack even though the area is fairly secure.
90% of the passing out 12th graders from APS Peshawar this year joined the Pakistan army. They went to protect the rest of us from the same thing that happened to them.
Almost everyone reblogged at least a dozen posts when Peshawar was attacked. Everyday everyone reblogs different posts calling out western political leaders for their racist fascist crimes. Everyone reblogs that they want a change. Reblog this. MAKE A CHANGE. Make sure everyone knows that the future of a nation was massacred.
There was a public outcry when Malala was hurt. She was only one, and she didn’t even die. So if you all made it about her then, made sure the world knew her name, then make sure the worlds knows theirs. These children deserve it A MILLION TIMES MORE than Malala ever did.
Innocent untrained schoolchildren who were murdered because the enemy was too cowardly to take it up on the battlefield with experienced soldiers.
The above video was released by Pakistan Army Media Department this year (December 2015) in remembrance of the Victims and Ghazis. It also includes subtitles in English so please watch.
I just want everyone who has read this far to reblog this. In respect of all the Shuhada and Ghazis. I want as many people as possible to see this, because everything in this is true. All these stories were by the students. There was an outcry when Paris was attacked. If you don’t reblog this like all the posts you wrote/reblogged for Paris condolences that’d just be hypocritical, now wouldn’t it ? Just think for one second, what if it had been you ? What if it had been your brother, your cousin or your son ?
Baqir was in the auditorium.
An army medical team had just started a workshop for students on first aid. Scores of boys between the ages of 14 and 16 were present in the hall when they heard the first two shots.
“Then we heard a third shot, and our principal, Madam Tahira Qazi, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and asked one of the teachers to lock the back door. I turned around to see Sir Javed walk up to the door, but before he could lock it, he was hit by two bullets that came through the glass. He fell down.”
Baqir saw two gunmen push through the door and start shooting. He ducked under his seat.
The gunmen were walking down the aisles from behind, shooting the boys randomly. Most were killed.
One gunman who walked past Baqir’s seat didn’t see him, but then he stopped, and turned around, and saw his head.
"When he shot at me, I pushed back my head slightly. The bullet rubbed past my forehead. There was a slight burning sensation, but no real pain. But later when I touched my head, it was bleeding. The gunman probably took me for dead and walked on down the aisle, shooting boys and teachers. I saw him shoot our teacher Ms Hafsa three times in the back of the head.”
The boys who were still alive scampered towards the two exit doors on either side of the hall. Baqir ran to the stage and ducked into the small dressing suite on the right which had another exit towards the administration wing in front of the hall.
In that suite he was shot at again, by a gunman who came chasing the boys who were trying to escape.
The bullet went past him and hit another boy in the arm. There were some more shots fired and the huge mirror on the dressing room wall came down in pieces.
He pretended he was dead, lying amid glass shards, several dead boys and some who were still alive. In the second chamber of the suite a teacher’s body was on fire. She appeared to be dead.
He lay there for “an hour or two hours” listening to heavy gunfire and explosions, mostly from to one side of the administration wing. Then he heard someone calling, “anybody there?”.
He saw an army man. He lifted his head. The soldier told him to raise his hands and come out.
@ all Islamophobes
The next time you think Muslims are terrorists, just remember 16th December, 2014. Terrorists killed 132 children at Army Public School in Peshawar, Pakistan because they wanted revenge against their fathers who, in the Pak Army, were fighting to obliterate them. These kids lost their lives because of that. They were between 12 to 18 years old. They had their whole lives ahead of them. And now they’re gone.
And you fucking dare to call them and their families terrorists? No, asshole, they were killed by terrorists. The fact that you can’t make this simple distinction between the killer and the victim shows how dumb you are. So the next time you think Muslims are terrorists or that Muslims should “tell the terrorists to stop” remember this. We, as a nation, fought against them, and we paid the price. And we’re still doing it. So shut the fuck up.
141 people, including 132 students and 9 staff members were shot dead in an attack by the Taliban on an APS School in Peshawar, Pakistan, on Tuesday, the 16th of December, 2014. It was the worst attack of its kind, with children with army backgrounds being specifically targeted and shot point blank.
Since then, thousands have gathered in candle-lit vigils to express their grief and show solidarity with the victims. You can also show your support for the victims and their families by uploading a black icon to symbolize your grief.
I am speechless. I am speechless that two hours away from where I live, over a hundred and forty children have died. I am speechless. My brothers, my sisters. They aren’t with us anymore, and I am speechless. I can’t tell you how much I’ve cried today, I can’t tell you how depressed, disgusted, sad, horrified and shocked I am at this act of terrorism in the name of ‘God’.
It’s numbing to even try and think about what the mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters feel like right now - I can’t even imagine what it’s like, to send your child to school asking him to do his very best on his mid year, telling him you believe in him, telling him not to leave a single question empty. He left the world instead.
Please don’t think we aren’t important because we aren’t from the well known Western countries. Please don’t let the lives lost be defined by race, language, nation. Please don’t think we deserve this because our oppressors and us, we share a religion - because if these terrorists are ‘muslims’, then I am not. (And believe me when I tell you they’re not. They don’t know anything about Islam, because if they did they would hesitate to use harsh words, let alone guns.)
It takes two seconds to make a prayer. It takes two seconds to spread the word. It takes two seconds to make someone see that the oppressed and oppressors are different, even if they share a religon.
I hope you will remember that little, innocent children and teachers did not ask for this. I hope you will remember that a teacher got burned alive trying to save the students. I hope you will remember that raising your voice against evil is the first step to eliminate it from our society.
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Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement. So the next time you look at someone’s life covetously, remember…you may not want to endure what they are enduring right now, at this moment, whilst they sit so quietly before you, looking like a calm ocean on a sunny day. Remember how vast the ocean’s boundaries are. Whilst somewhere the water is calm, in another place in the very same ocean, there is a colossal storm.
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