Re: Kabhi hum khubsoorat they
The girls felt presence of people, outside the wreckage of classroom. They all got very excited. God has answered their prayers, people have come to rescue them !
They started shouting, screaming for help. but it seemed that they were quite far from girls ...
*Why they are not answering ? *asked Gulnaz, who was desperate for help as she lost her leg and the pain was unbearable for her
Let us try again , Zareen said
"BACHAO !! " "NIKALO " (Help, get us out)
They shouted. But the result was no different.
They again started crying like children. Girls started calling their mother, father, uncle and brothers .... but no one was able to hear them ... they were trapped inside the rubble. No one was there to console them, they were themselves too young to console each other, so all of them acted upon the basic human instinct.
They got scared, they remebered their home, family parents... they wept and wept and cried from pain... but there was no one to hear them.
At second day's sunset, they all looked pale... hunger, thirst, fear or pain, all feeling were jumbled up on the face of these little angels.
Mahwish cleaned her nosal secreation with her sweater, although she was of school going age, but at home she never used to pick her nose by her self, whenever she felt any need she would go to her mother, father or any elder.. they would do the service, happily.
There appeared a line on the cheeks of the girls due to continuous flow of tears, and now even the tears had dried up. They cried but there were no tears