Writings of Fate Are Irreversible

At One Stage My Student The Brother Of The Ill Fated Young Boy Rushed To Me Trembling Like A Slaughtered Poultry Bird And Told Me His Brother Was Being Killed By The Pakistan Army In The River Side In The East Of The College Ground. I Rushed Out And Saw Some Of My Colleagues Watching Some Army Surrounding A Razaker Holding A Rifle In His Hands Aiming At The Boy. I Started To Run To The Spot But The Other Professors Stopped Me And Said Why Do You Go There? We Think He Is Being Frightened Only To Obtain Some Deposition; Otherwise They Would Have Shot Him Dead By Now. Moreover Your Appearance There May Cause Greater Danger Both For You And For Him I Accepted Their Assumption To Be Correct. But Within Seconds A Soldier Snatched Away The Rifle In His Hands And Fired Two Or Three Shoots Within A Twinkling Of The Eye.