Tufail haunted them all...

"...Tufail haunted them all.They attacked his funeral. But he defied the restrictions. He was laughing. Laughing at their helplessness. Tufail was proudly walking through the thousands of graves in Malkhah. He was betterly different. He traversed the best path to reach the same end. They were jealous also. They fired in Gojwara chowk and expressed their jealousy to harrass tufail's soul. But the soul was liberated. Liberated from the time and space coordinates of their understanding. He gave a smirk and marched ahead. The tear smoke cannister and bullet could no longer scare, injure or murder him. He was laid to rest with all those who laughed in the same way at their own turn. Who haunted them the same way. Whose funeral was attacked the same way. It was a repetition of a sort. The repetition that many of us may be a part of once. The repetition that is gathering mass. The mass that at one time will have a mass effect. Even coffin of Tufail was enough to push them to enforce the restrictions again. They didn't allow the coffin to reach back to Saida Kadal the place Tufail was grown up for eighteen years to see this friday. The coffin scared them to the extent that they fired again and again and again. Tufail a student of science with no history of 'involvement' gave another smirk from Eidgah as the barriers were no longer there. He laughed at them again. Tufail could see his father wailing on the way back home and mother still not accepting the transition of his only son. He just wanted to share with his mother how he was murdered, he wanted to give his version. The version that matters. He wanted to convey how a coin for busfare felt on the ground when they attacked him. He wanted to say that he had plans to complete the homework that evening. He wanted to say how he was silenced for the real real world. But he couldnot. He bade a goodbye to his parents.He left the a huge homework for others. An assignment that may be given many twists and turns now..."