A Tale of Nuclear Misery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story encompasses impacts of nuclear tests, when no post-measures were taken to keep people safe from the harmful radiations. Fundamentally, the story depicts the situation of District Chaghi, Balochistan (Pakistan), where in 1998 the nukes were tested over Raaskoh (Mountain Range).

Submitted: January 14, 2020

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A Tale of Nuclear Misery


By: Sami Sahil Baloch

 

It was a cold night of December in the mountains of Raskoh that have been enduring the pain of nuclear blasts for decades. No one knew that the serene night where swallowing silence had prevailed in the atmosphere and one could smell the smoke coming out of the traditional wood stoves of mud houses, will become a horrible night for one family. The silence was hovering over the village, as if no one lived there, as if a cursed place, where the dwellers were only mountains and rocks.

It was midnight at about 2 o’clock when screams echoed and broke the frozen silence of the small village. The cries came out of the house of Murad- an old man who lived with his young daughter Pari and wife Gulnaz.

Hearing the screams, everyone rushed to his house to see what was happening? Or In fact, to see either Pari died or any of her old parents? Because these had been the usual case for the neighbors since Pari was diagnosed with this chronic disease of asthma. However, for then, Murad’s daughter had almost stopped breathing properly, but her slow heartbeat could be felt. And she was alive. Everyone was in panic and chaos. Finally, they sent someone from the village to bring a car from the other town, in order to take Pari to the nearest Hospital. Because this was the worst situation she has ever seen before. The nearest hospital was situated 120 km away in Dalbandin. The surrounding villages had no doctors, clinics, or drug stores for any emergencies.

After forty minutes people saw a car approaching the village. Murad searched the trunk for money to take, that would be needed in Dalbandin, for the treatment, medicine, fuel of vehicle and other expenses. The amount that he found was 3000, and collections from his relatives summed up 4500 rupees only. He had been unable to work due to his age and skin problems, for a long time. This amount in hand was borrowed previously, for the treatment of Pari.

Finally, the car reached and Pari was hastily taken into. From the start there was no proper road to Dalbandin, it was broken at every foot, making it worse to travel on. Pari’s heartbeat had not stopped yet, that was the only reason her mother was thanking God. She was praying all the way with her trembling lips and shattering voice, coming out of a crying soul. Pari was the last support, the purpose of their lives, their only daughter. Gulnaz couldn’t move her eyes from Pari, whose Head was in her lap at the back seat.
In 2 hours, traveling through the rough mountainous way, they reached Dalbandin, and went straight to the hospital. Everywhere it was dark; the hospital seemed like a ghost house in a jungle, where no one lived.

Murad hurried and rushed into hospital, searching here and there to find someone who could help. But all in vain, there was no one. In the meantime, Gulnaz shouted in a bit happy voice, “she is breathing fast; she is breathing normally now… oh God, we are grateful.” Pari now could open and move her eyes. She first saw her mother whose eyes were wet and still, tears were coming out of them dropping on her face. Murad ran towards the car and saw a glimpse of his beloved daughter who had opened her beautiful eyes then. But he still went here and there to find a doctor or any of the hospital staff. Consequently, a person from afar quarter having a torch in his hands came to him. Murad described their emergency and asked to call a doctor as soon as possible. To their misfortune, the person said, “I’m sorry but there is no doctor available here at this moment. You should take your patient to Quetta (400km far)”.

Murad’s heart sank with disappointment, because neither he was financially strong, nor has he ever been to Quetta. While cursing his fate, Murad suddenly heard, Gulnaz’s cry with a painful voice, “oh Murad come here, for your daughter may not need to be taken to any other hospital, forever. She has freed herself from these miseries of the world and departed to the everlasting peace of heavens. O Murad! ask her to take me along with her as well, please. Murad...” hearing this Murad just dropped on the ground, his eyes remained open as if they forgot to blink, and his heart sank. With a Sinking voice, he said to Gulnaz, “Pari has conferred a blessing upon herself, thank God for he took her innocent soul. Now she can breathe well in havens.”

They left the hospital and reached the village by dawn. People were coming towards them but when they heard the cries of Gulnaz, this time; they realized that Pari was no more. Everyone was feeling sorry for the parents, who had already lost two of their children due to skin disease, and cancer three years back. After which Pari was also diagnosed with the chronic disease of asthma that had just left the old couple in solitude and agony.

Among the crowd, people were saying to each other, “this family is crushed by the brutal hands of destiny. May Allah bestow enduring power to them.” A helpless shattering voice came from behind, “Nah, the family is crushed by Raaskoh, by the people who tested nuclear bombs, by the rulers who in the happiness of becoming Atomic Power, forgot to provide the post-blast medications and safety measures. No family is safe here; it’s just a matter of time. Today these people have suffered from those effects; tomorrow it’s we who would replace them. Neither, the air is breathable, nor the water is drinkable and nor the food is edible out here. The only thing we get is misery.” Then he left the crowd by saying, “O people, you all will die the same helpless way...”

Ps: Any resemblance to the above story is completely coincidental, as the story is written to portray the real conditions of dwellers in the area, who are affected.


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