Visitors

Today we complete five successful years of Butterfly High School. Visitors from all over the world were going to visit my school. The dream school which every girl in India dreamt to be in. A free school where every capable girl got a chance to carve her own path of distinction. In a place where women are considered to be inferior than men. I believed women deserve no less opportunities than men. Making this dream come true isn't possible without my team. On this special occasion I wanted to thank them all.

We were all eagerly waiting for the visitors on the entrance. Students were excited to welcome the guests. Teachers didn't have any idea about the surprise. Till then few guests had arrived. I instructed all students to head to the main hall. I greeted all the visitors and gave them a small tour of the school. When all the visitors had arrived, we walked down to the hall. It was very strange to see very little or no women visitor. I lost thought of it when I entered the hall full of enthusiasm and cheers.

The event began and we all were settled in our comfy chairs. I got an urgent call and moved out of the hall. I answered the call quickly. I was about to enter the hall and the visitors tea splashed on my saree. As he helped me wipe it off, I noticed a strange tattoo on his neck. In hurry I ignored it and went to the washroom. I heard the door knob turning, I rushed to towards the door. Till then the door was locked, I banged the door couple of times. There was no network to call, I started freaking out. After a few minutes everything went silent, I started sweating but still continued to bang the door. Nobody responded, I had realized that this was done on purpose. I regretted coming out of the hall. 

My heart sank when I heard a loud gunshot. This made me restless, as I screamed, shrieked but nobody replied. I started hearing more of them and I got my first heart attack. I didn't want to give up as I crawled to the window. There was a heavy metal rod which I tried to pick up as I grasped for breath. After several attempts the window broke but the metal rod fell on my chest adding on to my pain. I lay down unconscious, after some time smoke started entering the washroom. Before the fire caught my saree, memories from the morning started rolling over my mind. Before I lost all my senses, I realized the visitors strange tattoo was the symbol of the Taliban Terrorist Group. 'The visitors didn't just fire the building but burnt thousands of girls wings before they could even fly.'