Another Bomb Blast
That happened in Peshawar on Wednesday. The actual target was a local minister, Bashir Ahmad Bilour, who was coming back from Namakmandi after inauguration of a road project, but he survived. The suicide bombers were chased by the police. In a typical run and chase game the bombers forced their entry into the three-story house owned by an auto-mechanic. The police besieged the house but the terrorists blew themselves up on the second floor.
The bomb blast killed auto-mechanic’s wife, his son – who was to get married next month and a daughter – who had come from Islamabad.
The family was in a festive mood. One of the daughter’s – Shabana- who had got married only three days ago was visiting her parent’s home when the tragedy struck. She is critically injured.
What shocked me was that it was the first kind of incident where the target was missed and the suicide bombers took regfuge in someone’s home and then blew themselves up killing the residents too. The children and women in that neighborhood were so terrorized that they kept shouting and crying for about half an hour or so.
That’s not what the citizens of Peshawar deserve. Everyone seems apprehensive and wary these days. I feel so nervous when the motorcade of some (blood-sucking) minister passes by. I fear that a car would come zooming and ram into the motorcade killing us all.
On 5th of March, the militants blew up the shrine of Pushto sufi poet, Rahman Baba located in Hazar Khuwani. Although that place is far away from my residence but I heard the loud boom in the wee hours of the moring and I got up instantly. The Taliban are against the women visiting shrines. Some totally denounce the concept of making shrines. There was no casualty but the building was badly damaged.
I don’t see any end to these violent acts carried out by the militants. It’s like a quicksand and we are going deep and deep into it.