Aaqib Javaid The year was 2013, day was February 9, and I woke up early and prepared myself to reach the college. When I stepped outside the view was different, it wasn’t the usual sunlight and the morning breeze carried with it the cry of injustice and incisive melancholy. I checked my attire for the day as I was going to be at college. The phone rang and I attended. Mother said that I should stay at home and not venture out on that day. The rest of the conversation…
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