Guys I read that the Dhaka attack so I decided to write a os. And on the day terrorist attack in hotel taj mahal I was also present and their own lost my parents. So let’s start.
We were in hotel taj mahal eating enjoying.I was with my parents and I saw that everyone were very happy in the hotel.I thought that it was the best day of my life but I was wrong it was the worst day of my life. I asked my mom
I:If we will die then where we will go?
Mom:We will go in heaven.
I was thinking about it when I listen the sound of shooting.I saw a man was shooting everyone like a mad and it was kasab.
He was shooting like he was distributing chocolate.My parents and I hided in a safe place.
I:Mom will we get safe.
Papa:Yeah we all will get safe.
Kasab was still shooting everyone.Kasab saw us and was coming towards us.My parents were really scared but not for them self.They were just scared for me.Their was one door so somehow they pushed me out of the hotel.From window I saw that kasab shooter my parents.I saw them they in pool of blood.I saw my parents dying.Kasab dint saw me and went in other side.My parents saw me through window.They said me through the their eyes that they will leave me but will always be with me.They gave me wave of bye and breathed their last breath and died.I saw them dead and I was very much broken from inside.I started crying hardly.I was not able to control my self.I entered inside the hotel and went to my parents who were lifeless.I was in blood which was of my parents.I also saw that all the children’s old people were died.I feels very bad.Then I saw that Kasab is coming but police also came and one of the police took me outside.I was going but still my eyes were on my parents body.I was still crying.
When they brought me outside the doctor dressed my knee and my hand as I got hurt.
I was in the ambulance.I was of just 5 years.I was laying in ambulance when a couple saw me and they came to me.
Uncle:Beta what happend?
I told everything to them.So they decided to adopt me to guve me proper education.Now I am going in good school and my life is very much but still the image of my parents dead comes in front of my eyes and everyday I cry for them.And when kasab go hanged at that time I thought that finally my parents soul will get peace.When he dint got hanged at that time I was eagerly waiting for him to get hanged.
It’s a true story of my.The story which is unbelievable.It’s my real story.I lost my parents and I am sure many children’s would have loosed their parents.I can always see my parents in my dream.On my birthday they come in my dream and bless me.Love you mummy and papa.