Committed to PEOPLE'S RIGHT TO KNOW
Vol. 4 Num 296 Mon. March 29, 2004  
   
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From playground to killing fields


Russell Sheikh used to pass his Friday afternoons playing cricket on the front yard with the kids of their apartment block.

On March 26, last Friday, he was relaxing at home, looking forward to another sportive afternoon, unaware of the fatal turn of events that would take him to the killing fields instead of the playground.

On that fateful day, Russell, 29, was quite reluctant to accompany his father, who kept on insisting, "What is he [Kajal, his business partner] going to do? Kill us? Come on, come with me, will you?"

Russell gave in.

"I'll be back soon. It's nothing special" -- were his last words to his wife Sonia.

"He loved children. He was sporting, caring and friendly with every one from colleagues to neighbours," Sonia sobs while describing her husband, with their 8-month old daughter, Raisa, in her lap.

Wailing, screaming and distraught, hundreds of people crowded the ground-floor apartment of Russell and his father, Shamsul Haq, 56.

People thronged to condole and support the family. But once they got in, they too broke down in tears.

Cowering in a trauma, brought in by the macabre details of the killing of her husband and son, Sufiya Begum could hardly respond to condolences offered by the visitors.

"He [Shamsul] worked hard to earn a living for his family. He didn't have any enemy. To think such an end should befall them!" exclaims Sufiya, completely undone.

Alluding to the support politicians promised her, Sufiya asks, "What security [could they offer me]? My husband and son are dead, what's this security now for?"

Weeping on the shoulder of her cousin, Russell's sister Yasmin joins her mother. "How can a human kill another in such a way? It takes a beast to do so!"

Frightened by so many visitors and the cries, Raisa screams. Yet, she was the luckiest in the family being unable to comprehend what terrible fate her father and grandfather had met.

Raisa will perhaps take her father's place on the play field one day. "Will there be some killing fields lying in wait even then?" her mother has already started to fret.