My sweet one.
He has fallen.
He’s down.
He has been cut.
They’ve landed a strike on him.
He is bleeding from
the thigh.
Dripping down.
Red water down the skin.
No no..
Allow him to cry..
Let him feel it..
Meanwhile stay with him.
Just be there with him.
Remain at his side.
He needs healing.
He is lying down.
Wounded.
Hurt.
Assailed.
Damaged.
Torn.
Shredded.
Murdered.
He cannot take another
Blow like that.
~ A prayer from a sister, to all my brothers, who have survived. ♥️
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Nearly 40 Central Reserve Police Force personnel were killed and many others injured when terrorists targeted a convoy with a car bomb at Awantipora in Jammu and Kashmir’s Pulwama district on Thursday, in what is the worst attack ever on security personnel in the state.

A sad time for us, my prayers are with them. One of my brothers is in CRPF, Srinagar, and I can’t even begin to explain how much bad I feel right now about this situation.

Since independence India is fighting against terrorism. And even it has got many success in most of the regions, people are well aware of this threat and it is reducing slowly from this world.
And then, this happens.
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