One more year
Twelve months, three sixty five days, eight thousand seven hundred and fifty hours we (Shaheed familiess) have passed without our loved ones. We all are living like a house without a roof. We are living our lives without the big oak tree that used to give shade to the other trees; whom other trees could lean on for love, support and strength.
But one fine morning that oak tree was cut-off from its roots, yet we all are living a life without that shade and support, with emptiness in our hearts.
Who says that "Time is the best healer"? No its not. This wound will never heal. My father taught me three important things in life -- to live with dignity, have self-respect as an honest person and to have faith in the Almighty. I was lucky my loved one held the same values, which he followed throughout his life and tried hard to instill those values in his children.
Today, my loved one is no more but his good deeds will always remain to give us power and strength.
Often, I shiver at the thought that my children miss their father on ''Father's Day." I can imagine how much they miss their father who used to play the most vital role in their daily life, whose presence give them huge pleasure, whose loving touch could heal their deepest wound. In the absence of our loved ones we are trying to live by getting strength from their morals.
Will we ever be able to forget those horrifying memories that we had? The question only remains and the truth is silent.
Sometimes we Shaheed families feel very lonely and cry out loud, and ask everyone to join us in our cry.
I wish I could say, let us put our individuality on the shelf and bring out our collective energy and pray in the memory of those deceased officers. In the memory of our fallen heroes let us have a monument where everyone can go and pay tribute to those divine souls. Lets observe February 25 as "Shaheed Sena Debosh."
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