It was my convocation today.

Dear Little ones,

It was my convocation today.  The day we strive for. The day our ammi abu look forward to.

The day with century old tradion of draping in robe and receiving your degree. The moment when knowledge acknowledges and presents you to the world. The day when you can see the pride in the eyes of your parents and realize it was all worth it. You know the day that you won't ever see.

Today, standing here and receiving condolences, I realized it’s the day when I have failed you. When the system has failed you. When the God trafficked at lower prices turned out to be faulty.

For I stand here while you are mourned. For I could have stood up, fought and combated the faulty version of God that was fed to create monsters. For I could have stood up and saved you years before you were born.

It took your deaths to make me realise that there stands just one type of Taliban today.

The one that kills justifying the killing as revenge.

The one that refuses to condemn citing reasons of various sorts.

The one that brutally repeats the massarcre, disecting the bodies of innocent ones by presenting faulty wisdom, conditionalities and justifications for your killings.

The one that plans to the one that executes to the one that downplays your significance by getting stuck in the egoistic debates over vigils versus Quranic recitations.

The one that stands as psychologically infertile, unable to think beyond his own brand of religion.

Today, there is no good taliban and no bad taliban. There is only one kind of Taliban for me.

Dear Little ones,

It was my convocation today, the day you will never experience. I killed your chance of experiencing the day by letting the psychologically infertile minds target you.

Dear Little ones,

It was my convocation today and I am sorry for I have nothing to offer besides dedicating this day of knowledge to you. As you died, you opened my eyes to the only kind of Taliban that exists in my country today.

You died and with you died my fear. You died but gave birth to realisation.