HasanAbdal: This April 10 was my birthday, the saddest birthday of my entire life. My son Major Zaka ul Haq is trapped under an 80 foot of Snow at Siachen, l’m also praying for any miracle to happen like others. Anyone who can pull out my son from the white heavy block of ice is himself my ambitious son, Zaka.
The hope is fading away, many a times people at my birthday used to ask, “Saggu Saheb tabiat theek hai? And I say, haan yaar, April hai na, lagta he zara allergy ho gai hai.” Zaka, this time you have made me realize that I am old now and the people could determine this by seeing tears in my eyes.
Be sure Zaka, if you have by now reached the real world, through the magical power of the wishes of Abdalians we shall move your CCH to where you had gone, where the adjutant will continue to give you rounds of the sport grounds.
The house master will be on your top when he suspects smoking cigarette. Even, you might become the cadet captain on the vigor of your debating and sporting skills. Listen my son, smoking is injurious to health.
From the whirling confusion of hope and despair, I can only say these few words, for my Zaka.
Farewell my son, Pak Fauj Zindabad.
A Q Saggu
Deputy Vice Principal (Coordination)
Cadet College, Hasanabdal