- A TEAR TO BEAR
The story of tears and the melancholy involved;
ubiquitous and unrelenting, the story is lived and bore by
all of us, revealed by Majid Maqbool
A tear looks like a drop of water. Coming from eyes,
rolling down cheeks and finally drops to disappear! Take
it on a finger tip, it gleams like a diamond. Its warmth
can be felt and is a result of some emotions expressed
that find an outlet through moistened eyes. Tears are not
just some isolated droplets coming from eyes. There are
stories behind tears. Stories of suffering, of loss and
pain revealed by surge of tears in eyes. These are the
eyes that have seen it all, are witness to human loss,
endless sufferings and disappearances of their loved ones,
whom they long to see. Yes, these eyes are those of our
mothers, fathers, sisters and children. Eyes that have
never seen peace, eyes that are yearning for love of their
loved ones, once in front of their eyes. When a young
bridegroom is killed leaving behind his bride in grief.
She cries and tears swell up to flow uncontrollably from
her eyes. She has 'henna' still fresh on her hands and
'surma' in her eyes. That too is washed away with tears
along with her happiness. These tears momentarily blur the
reality of death which she is unable to accept. But; she
has to live with this loss like countless brides like her.
When people die here every day, others mourn and tears
come down. What follow is only more deaths and more tears.
Till now thousands of lives have been lost and countless
eyes have bled to tears. Countless tears from countless
eyes! Big eyes, small eyes, young eyes and old eyes. Eyes
here are frequently moistened and witness to the tragedy
forced on us for no fault of ours. The count is still
on-of lives, of tears.
There are also eyes that are old and sunken now in grief
and wait of their loved ones. These are eyes that are too
old to grieve and weep. The tears have dried up and no
longer show in their eyes even if they wish to. But, the
pain can still be felt and will be there as long as they
live. Their eyes are too sad and hardened by this tragedy
to bear even a single tear now. Their eyes have seen their
young sons buried with their own hands. These old eyes are
witness to young lives cut short. Innocents have died and
it was known only after their death.
Some of the eyes were lucky enough to see the safe return
of their loved ones before they would close for ever. At
that moment, those tears of pain transform into tears of
joy. It is a joy that was missing from their lives for
long. When their loved ones went missing and disappeared
in custody.
Not to forget those innocent eyes of little children who
were deprived of their parents when they needed them most.
They were left alone as orphans of tragedy. A tragedy that
snatched that cheerfulness of there childhood! Instead of
those dreams of a promising future, they were left with
only tears to bear. These tears of pain and grief that is
too much for their innocent eyes.
Still there are countless eyes that are not yet seen by
us. They are still moistened with tears. Tears still roll
down these eyes behind our sight. How long will this river
of tears flow? Here eyes are swelled up with tears. Why
not cheers of happiness instead of tears of pain and loss?
The question is who will take care of these eyes? Who will
wipe these tears?
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