By: Aisha Aijaz
‘’Haspataal puhancha day yar, mujhay haspataal to puhancha day’’
‘Take me to hospital, my friend, please take me to hospital’ were my last words.
And why would they take me to hospital when they shot me like an animal. Had they considered me a human being, they wouldn’t have treated me like this. I would have been given the opportunity of proving myself innocent.
I am a 17 year old, youngest of five brothers, a matric student. I go out to a nearby park as it was unbearably hot at home without any power for the fans to work. I get involved in a scuffle at the park and one of the men pulls my hair and takes me to some uniformed men. I’m labelled as a dacoit. Six giants corner me and I plead for mercy and beg them to listen to my part of the story. I have hope that they would listen to me, probably arrest me and put me behind the bars but not in my wildest dream I have thought that they can take my life.