Few minutes ago I met with this sweet young girl, barely 16 who witnessed her father being shot in front of her on the 20th of May 2008 and her mother being killed(same fate) on the 28th of May. She buried her mom and got in the bus and came to Colombo with nothing other than what she was wearing and her school ID.
Her piercing eyes tells you the agony and I could not help but to look into those sad eyes, and she is as old as my daughter and the same innocence. Their realities are so different. Then- a crude- thought in my head … A suicide bomber in the making or if she leaves the country we have an ardent fund raiser. The war is outsourced and extra-judicial killing is an every day reality in this part of the world…
This girl can’t be in the country and she will be killed since she can identify the killers of her parents. When the motorbike passed their house she knew her mother was going to be killed and she asked her mom to go inside but the mother said to her “ they killed your father to teach us a lesson and they are not going to do anything to me”… The girl will live with her mother’s last words and her desperate plea with the killers “please don’t kill my mom and don’t make me an orphan”.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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