Miles
From Peace Mission,
Kashmir Village Gets Cruel Reminder
BY Muzamil Jaleel
23 April, 2003
Khulbagh, Tral: Even as a piecemeal effort for peace got under way in
Srinagar today, another village was scarred by violence visited on innocent
people. It took just one blast to change the lives of about a thousand
villagers, 17 among them injured. The six dead, at least, wont
worry anymore.
The blast has
hurled this hamlet, about 40 km from the capital, into silent mourning.
There were no VIPs or government officials around. Just people wounded
and aggrieved. A woman, who was lucky to escape the blast with just
a few splinter cuts on her thigh and shoulder winced in pain as she
tried to walk to the local dispensary. An old man leaned against a walnut
tree as he watched the village boys wash the blood stains on the road.
The end may always be the same but the story needs to be fleshed out
and told. Not that it would make any difference here. The villagers
who had assembled this morning, around 8 a.m, near a narrow culvert
a few metres away from their cattle, waiting for the shepherd, didnt
know that their pastoral setting would soon be dabbed with red.
Suddenly,
there was a deafening blast. The stone wall on the road was blown into
pieces. I could see only dust and smoke, said Mushtaq Ahmad
Sofi, who watched it all unfold from the balcony of his house nearby.
It
seemed as if there was a rain of shrapnels and pieces of stone on the
tin roof of our house. I rushed downstairs and ran towards the culvert.
It was like a flood of blood. There were bodies scattered all around.
Sofi said for almost an hour they were just evacuating the injured.
There
were around 15 men, women and children hit by the shrapnels,
he said. Five had died on the spot while the sixth victim had been rushed
to the hospital where he died.
The villagers
say an improvised explosive device had been hidden in the stone wall.
People talk in whispers about militants who had been trying to target
the patrol parties from the local security force camp crossing the culvert
every morning. But no one is looking for answers here. The sound of
women wailing drifts into the air from a small shack. It is here that
35-year-old Aftab Ahmad Mir lived till this morning. A labourer, Mir
had stepped out, only to be blown to bits. A white shroud which would
have otherwise covered his body became a receptacle of the parts.
At home he had
his wife, Raja, waiting for him she is expecting his second child;
the elder son, Tauseef, is just four. There is nothing left.
We were preparing for the arrival of a baby and he had to take me to
the hospital at 10 am. Now death has taken everything away,
she wailed as the village women tried to console her.
Mir had a brother
as well, Nazir Ahmad Mir, who went missing five years ago. Now there
are two widows Mirs wife and aged mother besides his son
and the one yet unborn.
On the other
end of the village lives Bashir Ahmad Mir. A 28-year-old graduate, he
was unemployed and had to work as a labourer to feed his two younger
sisters and mother. And when the villagers were laying him down in his
grave today, his mother was lying unconscious in the verandah of their
mud-and-brick house.
And there was
this horse too who bled to death over an hour as his 50-year-old owner,
Ghulam Mohammad Khan, who was on his way to the village for work, lay
motionless in a pool of blood.
The local police
station is just a drive of 10 minutes but they took more than an hour
to come.
The
BSF officer of the local camp came to our rescue. He sent his vehicles
and men to help pick up the dead and injured, said Mohammad
Abdullah, a village elder. There was no doctor or paramedic
at the Tral hospital. So we had to arrange two vehicles to take them
to Srinagar.