A little kid speaks voicelessly, cries, thinks, mesmerizes, and weeps time and again. She needs her mom back in the home. She wants all back in a home again. She wants justice for her mom and for poor people of Kech
She cries, takes the inner pains out by the age of only 3-4 years. She has been brought lonely in the shape of injury with uncertain pains. Bramsh was fired, her mom was killed, and wanted to be robbed by taking money extra.
Do you need the money and kill every mother of ours? Do you work with others to target the poor and righteous people? Do you have the authority to kill us and rob?
Who told you to come to my home and kill my mom? Can I get her back in my life, please? I want to survive and she better cares of me.
I want to be proud of my mom as she gave me life and wanted me to become a good person. I have to live more with her. Do you know how I will be kept without my mom Malik Naz? Will thieves come again?
I really need nothing. I have extremely pains. I cry and weep, and wish for nothing else, but only to live with my mom. She takes care of my life, nourishes me, helps me at the time of need. She gives milk and water to drink and food to eat since I am not guessed by anyone unless my mother sees my face along with eyes and analyses what I need.
Bramsh does not know how to carry her pains in life and how to live peacefully. We live in such a land with authorized persons lacking authority. We have authority but we cease ourselves to perform our duties.
We see injustice in our city from the past days to the present but still do not reach to serious actions. We talk about the publicity but we don’t bring them into action.
Everyone comes here to talk for their benefits and go but poor stay silent. We stand for three days to a week and finish, extremely sad to the family who suffers such accidents knowingly but cannot reach to their positions.
Melancholy!
Will Bramsh gets justice? Will these robbers retain their duties? Will they be the same as before? Will people wait for such robbery cases and take care of lives? We wait and see time by time.
The poor keep hold back and hide their inner words.
