First Eid without them

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KARACHI: While many homes will be filled with sweet scent of Savan, Kher and other festivals, they make this Eid happy, there are some houses where silence will be higher than any celebration. Among the pleasant laughter and family gatherings, the mothers will be sitting quietly, and holding the memories of the children that they soon lost. This would be their first Eid without them.

Each passing year is left behind memories – some sweet, very painful to tolerate others. But the first few months of this year have brought unpredictable grief to many families in Karachi. Since the city is suffering from street crime, robbery, road tragedies and organized crimes, there is more heartbreaking reality-the growing events of the abomination. And in these three months, these are mothers who have lost their precious children with a bad and brutal.

One such case is that of Mustafa Amir, 23, Mustafa Aamir. His disappearance shook the city and caught headlines. As a result of the intensity of public screams, the accused were rapidly arrested, and investigations are underway. But for Mustafa’s mother, no amount of justice can be filled out of its absence. This Eid, while others embrace their loved ones, will stand with their empty bed, pray in secret and will not come in hope of a miracle that will never come. Mustafa Amir’s family was not big. He was not his only son, but he was certainly his most beloved. His younger brother, who is now 21 years old, was especially close to him. Eid was always a simple but passionate issue for his family. They started the day with Eid prayers, went to their grandmother’s house, and then respected them in the graves of their loved ones. Last year, Mustafa stood with the graves who were praying. This year, these will be the other people who go to his grave, lay flowers and pray in memory of it. “Mustafa was my favorite,” said Vajiha Amir, his voice is heavy with grief. “He was obedient to a mistake. I always wore his Eid clothes, and he wore whatever I had chosen for him.” She remembers how her Eid routine was like a house in Karachi.

“How could I know that the child who once prayed on the graves of his loved ones would soon mourn us?” She regrets. For Vajiha, the absence of his son has scattered each of the usual symbols. They remember, “We used to go to the family to watch the movie on Eid.” It was the only entertainment that we all enjoyed together, and now, even the joy ended. “

Another destructive matter is Sarim, a young boy was abducted on January 7. The tragedy deepened when, after searching for days, his lifeless body was discovered in a water tank. The case initially gained significant attention to the media, which led to the police action and the detention of several suspects. Nevertheless, despite a widespread investigation, including DNA profiling and formal inquiry, Sarim’s killer is very high. “My son left the house laughing and playing, and returned to life. How is it fair?” His mother cries, her voice is shaking with pain. “Our whole life ended the day the day Sarim was taken from us.” The answer to this, the answers to the pain was raised by the unseen questions – why was it, who was responsible, and when will justice be presented? She says, “Not even a moment goes without removing our loss.” “The questions bother us, and unless they get the answer, we will never know peace.”

In a small attempt to advance the investigation, the four -member board of senior doctors and professors has been created to review the results of the post -mortem results. The board has already held its first meeting at the police surgeon office in Karachi, but for the bereaved families, there is another day of torture every day without answers.

The horrific dream continues for the family of five -year -old Aaliyah and six -year -old Ali Raza, who disappeared from the Karachi Baghche area January 16. After more than two and a half months, they have no clue yet. Their parents are trapped in a heart -trapped lamb, not sure whether their children are alive or dead. “Just tell us whether our children are alive,” the Ulema’s mother pleads, her voice is breaking down with frustration. “Eid? What Eid? Our happiness ended on the day when our children disappeared.”

The families are protesting demanding a safe return of their children, while police insist that they are doing their best. Still, as in the case of Sarim, the trail is cold. As the world moves forward, laughing and celebrating, these mothers are frozen in their grief. These Eid, while exchanging many gifts and sweets, will offer mothers prayers and tears. And as the Crescent moon rises, light the sky of the night, it will also shed light in the spaces in their hearts – a place that no one can ever fill.