Shaheed Umer Qayoom Bhat
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Kaise sabar karu…???
Kisi ki lambi zindagi ki dua maangte maangte,
achanak uski maghfirat ki dua karni padh gayi…!!!!
Kaise maan lu
ke jo har dua mein tha,
wo ab sirf yaadon mein reh gaya…
Kal tak jiske liye
Allah se hifazat maangte the,
aaj uske liye Jannat maang rahe hain.
Dil aaj bhi yaqeen nahi karta
ke wo sach mein chala gaya…
kyunki kuch log maut ke baad bhi
har saans mein zinda rehte hain.
Aur bhai…
tum unhi mein se ho. 🤍
Mother’s Day…
jahan duniya apni maa ke saath muskurati tasveerein share karti hai,
wahi Kashmir ki kai maaon ki aankhon mein sirf aansu baste hain.
Yeh Kashmir hai…
yahan maaon ne apne hi beton ko kafan pehente dekha hai.
Yahan gharon ko ujadte dekha hai.
Yahan insaaf ke darwaze par dastak dene se
insaaf nahi… ek nayi dard bhari kahani shuru hoti hai.
Ek aisi kahani,
jise lafzon mein bayan karna bhi mushkil hai.
Yahan maa apne bete ke sir par sehra dekhne ka khwab rakhti hai,
lekin taqdeer unhe kafan odha deti hai.
Yahan har kone se ek maa ki cheekh sunayi deti hai…
ek maa jo poochti hai:
“Mere bachche ke saath hi kyun?”
Yeh Kashmir hai…
jahan na-insafi hawaon mein ghuli hui hai,
aur maaon ka dard zameen tak hila deta hai.
Aaj Mother’s Day par,
un maaon ko yaad rakho jo muskurana bhool chuki hain.
Un maaon ko yaad rakho jinke ghar ka chirag unse cheen liya gaya.
Happy Mother’s Day
to the mothers carrying pain deeper than words.
May Allah give them sabr, strength, and justice. 🤍
01/05/2026
Sixteen years of waiting…
and still the same words —
“Report not filed.”
How long can truth be delayed?
How long can silence replace justice?
Umer Qayoom — an innocent soul,
taken in custody in 2010.
No answers.
No accountability.
Only patience and faith.
But I know this much —
Allah is Al-Adl, The Most Just.
What is hidden today
will be revealed tomorrow.
What is delayed
will not be denied.
Justice is not gone…
it is only waiting for its time. 🌙
30/12/2025
Today, I truly understood the real meaning of mental torture.
This phase of life has brought countless heartbreaks,
but this one… this one is deeply personal.
It’s the kind of pain you carry silently,
the kind that no words can fully explain.
Some wounds don’t bleed,
yet they ache every moment.
Some injustices leave no marks,
yet they break you from within.
Ya Allah, You see what hearts carry when lips stay silent.
Heal our wounded hearts.
Grant us sabr that doesn’t shake,
strength that doesn’t fade,
and faith that holds us together when everything feels heavy.
They killed…
yet they are not answerable.
They broke us into tears.
They broke us from inside—in ways no one can see.
And now, they continue the cruelty by mentally torturing us,
by recalling incidents that shake our souls to the core.
This is not questioning.
This is mental harassment.
This is mental torture.
It feels like reopening wounds that never healed,
wounds that still feel as fresh as the first day.
It feels like burying our son, our brother, all over again—
the one we lost during the 2010 unrest killings.
How cruel must a system be
to keep dragging grieving hearts back to the grave
again and again?
This world feels unbearably insensitive—
where those who seek justice are broken repeatedly,
where power believes it can summon pain anytime,
ask anything anytime,
and expect silence in return.
But know this:
Allah sees every tear that falls in silence.
Allah hears the cries that never reach the world.
And Allah is the Best Judge.
Ya Allah, heal our hearts.
Grant us sabr, strength, and dignity.
Give us justice in this world or the next—
for in Akhirah, no uniform, no power, no authority will hide.
Ameen. 🤍
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