On March 3rd, 2009, I hear bullets for the first time in my life. They’re so unlike the ones in movies. They’re much scarier in real-life. Our school, LGS (Lahore Grammar School) is situated on Main Boulevard Gulberg Road. The infamous attack on the Sri-Lanka National Cricket Team happens so close in proximity that you’d think the Terrorists have taken over the school. Our left-side of the room is made of a one-way glass. We can see out, but no-one can see in. Despite the fact that we can oversee the whole school, and beyond, we usually get annoyed because the trees obscure a-lot of the view. But on this day we’re glad they’re obscuring it. The first wave of bullets ends and another starts, this time with more aggression and we all jump out of our seats and start calling our parents. Even though bringing phones to school is a big no-no, the rule breaking proves its worth today and I’m glad I’ve bought mine with me today. I call my Mom and explain her the situation. She quickly arranges for a rickshaw and assures me she will be there in 20 minutes.
By this time our class has become a silent orgy of prayers. Outside, the firing has increased and refuses to end. After what seems like ages, the firing slowly dies down and our principal comes up and slowly escorts us down to the big classroom on the right of the school. Parents are coming and going, taking their children with them. My Mother finally arrives, her expression is like as if I’ve just come back from winning a war. The principal accompanies me and my Mother to our rickshaw and tells us to go quickly. Instead of taking the opposite route, we take the roundabout where the shooting has just taken place. I can still see the smoke and people running in a daze.
Subhanallah, nothing serious happens to us, or the school, and we all arrive safely, with me a little shaken by the incident.
Anyway, a lot of good people were killed and my condolences are with them and for their family. When will Terrorism stop, I have no idea.