Sir: It was a dreary night. A bomb blast killed my two brothers. Like an insane sister I was trying to find out from people around me the fault of my siblings. Nobody had any answer. My brothers shrouded in coffins resembled all those Hazaras whose bodies were laid exposed on Alamdar Road in Quetta for justice. I could still feel the smoulder, commotion and debris of the blast, while I am writing the letter. I am terrified. Have the terrorists now sneaked into the most private place of any individual, their dreams? I am sure we are not safe. It is not the killing of Hazaras, it is Pakistan killed a little more. So are we, even in our dreams now.
Sanam Pervaiz
Islamabad
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