He kept walking, draging and forcing his body. He continued to walk to the gate across the ground which seemed much much farther today. The hope glimmering in his eyes, made him take a few steps relatively faster but the pain didn't allow him. Although both energy and blood were draining out at a rapid speed but he continued because he had to, he just had to. The pain of the bullet in his shoulder made him fall to his knees, and he grasped hard for air. His body wanted to give up, his body was begging him to stop fighting and just lay down,but he couldn't. He swallowed hard, took a long deep breath and then moistured his lips with his own tears. He mustered up his courage and continued his path.

Although he could hear, the bullets' firing, children's cry, teachers begging, students yelling, maybe some slogans of some brave boys,  the screams of those burning in fire and the beggings for help of those laying in his way... But he still continued

He wasn't the only one trying to escape but there were many other children along him with the hope to reach there while being shot in between. His best friend who was walking along, 😢got shot in the back and heavily collasped,he turned around a little to see him in blood, with tears and then continued again, he had no other choice. He tried to wipe his tears to clear his vision but more would take its place.

But at least he knew the direction so he still had some hope. Moments later, he tripped over someone's dead body and fell hard to the solid stoney ground. Blood now started ozzing out of his nose.

He knew he couldn't get up anymore, he was left with nothing but hiccups and sobs which also died a while later. He laid there staring at the door continuously while hearing the painful of other students. His memory was still working. Immediately after going unconscious, the day of his parents death flashed in his mind. They had a terrible accident with a gasoline truck consequently he couldn't even see their bodies,but it wasn't the major worry that day ,but the responsibility that lied ahead. The responsibility of his 4 years old younger brother and 7 years old younger sister. That day, he had committed with himself of staying strong and being a roof and pillar to his siblings. He had been doing that part time jobs late till 12 or 1am, he had been even studying hard for scholarship, he tried his best to raise enough money for them,  although he himself was just a kid of 15.

His commitment was going to break? Would he leave them all alone? With this thought his eyes opened. He couldn't leave them, he had to live, he had to live for them. He had to try and win. He wasn't going to just give up. Dispite of all the pain, despite the fact that a wild man with gun was standing beside, he stood up, and ran with all his potential left. He was getting nearer and nearer. Just a few more steps out of  this warzone were left. He smiled at this fact. He wasn't going to die, he will live, he will go back to his little family.

But...

Then every thing went black for a second as a bullet was shot in his leg. He immediately trembled and fell down with all the world's fears, tears and hopelessness visible in his eyes. He fell down with oozing blood around. His eyelids became heavier and heavier as his eyes were shutting. He groaned loud at the pain of reminder of his siblings. 🖤💔

He could still hear the shootings, with  great hope of getting saved still glimmering in his eyes he kept awake while staring at the entrance. He kept thinking of what was his fault? Was it trying to become a soldier? Was it learning Quran and islam? was his fault was being a Muslim? Or was his fault to try to protect his country? But what was the fault of my siblings then? Why did you do this? Why did you do this to innocent children?

He had now even lost his strength to think. He started losing his senses. The last thing he heard was shooting itself.  A man had walked up to him and seeing him breath he extended his rifle to his head. But the boy couldn't feel anything. He couldn't even move his lips to say the kalima. So he just memorized it in his head. Just then the bullet was again shot in head..

With this his last sensation ended.

I know it was quite sad. But its just a glimpse of the truth . The real thing was even more horrible. If u want to know about it, you can google it.

These were my feelings towards it. This day is quite ignored globally which is quite sad.