My wife Fatima has paid a heavy price for her desire to see her children going to school in a peaceful atmosphere. During last seven years she was subjected to severe mental torture and at last she was deprived of her only house. Now her mind is empty as she has no idea about her future. She is unclear whether she will be able to build her home again or she will be living under open sky. I have also no anwser to this question.
There is complete choas and anarchy in Bajaur Agency, tribal areas situated on Pak-Afghan border as the security forces have been fighting a fierce battle against the terrorists. It is ironic to note that both the security forces and terrorists have been targetting the innocent people.
I think Pakistan is now insecure state as it is unable to provide security to its citizens. Now the terrorists have also started their activities in big cities of Pakistan. If the situation remains the same there is possibility that terrorists will take over this country. I just want to share the pain of my wife Fatima with you. I want to inform you about the condition of my children. But she still has concern for Pakistan. She wants that this country must remain intact. She wants that terrorists may face defeat. She is still praying for a prosperous and peaceful Pakistan. She is also praying for a peaceful and prosperous United States.
I am trying to rebuild the confidence of Fatima, but at the moment I am helpless. I have the confidence that God the Great will help me in this hour of trial. I am sharing the pain of Fatima with you with the hope no Fatima may suffer in future. She wants that there must be rule of law in this world. If her children were deprived of educatin, but she wants other children may get the chance to get education. So they could be able to lead a normal life. No terrorist in future should be able to recruit the youngsters for killing the innocent people. She wants the world to be a better place. But at the moment she is in trouble. He trouble has also increased my frustration and depression.
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