ehsan’s post about the '65 war inspired me to write this incident, it’s not actually a war post but somehow related to it, as fate played a wicked game with us, thinking we are being bombed by India :o
For those who live in the capital might know that there was this Army warhead warehouse in the middle of the twin city. For some reasons that stock of arms, bombs, shells exploded, firing the shells and bombs in all directions, making it feel likea at first, we’re being attacked from above.
Here is my recall:
"From what I recall it was a sunny winter morning in Islamabad. I was sitting in my 8 class classroom and writing a urdu exam paper. The exam was hard, as I hardly spoke and wrote urdu at the time, I was sitting and looking at the paper, hoping the exams would be over soon and we would go to other subjects, those were entirly in english.
Halfway through the period, I think God heard my prayer, there is a slight shaking of the classroom, the big window shook and a slight ‘boooom’ sound was heard, everyone got suprised and looked around at eachother, then thinking its maybe nothing, soon the girls went back to their paper. Few seconds again, the same sound and shaking, this time even louder and again and again, the shaking of the class and the windows, all the time with loud sounds around us.
This time everyone stopped dead, there was this terrible silence in the classroom, then the teacher got up and went outside, she came back and told us to gather outside. Outside the girls were getting gathered in the back ground of the school, at that time I noticed that there are bombs in the sky flying in one direction, each time making a loud sound as they pass over us. Many bombs are flying, there is some panic on the air, some even think we are being invaded. I remember not being scared, but anxious as to what is happening, everyone seemed disiplined and stayed together and watching this cloud of smoke in the distance horizont of the city.
Soon, the parents, drivers start to arrive with their cars to pick up their kids, by now the bombing was slowly decreasing. Soon my abbu arrives with my brother, my sister and I go to him and feel relieved to see him. Back at home, ammi was worried about us, she takes us in her arms as we arrive. It was good to be at home, we feel safe now.
Later we found out, there was a explosion in the Ojri (sp.) camp, that made the stock of bombs fly over the city, some even died as the bombs fell over them in their cars, homes. Luckily, they didn’t explode as they touched the ground, as it would have caused even more casualities.
We used to drive past that camp on muree road everytime we would visit our grandparents, having such a dangerous camp in the middle of the city, was a irresonsible thing to do, now, its no more there, but maybe somewhere else, who know …