November 28th, 2015
Source: Humans of Bombay
“My parents used to stay in the building next to Nariman House. We were eating dinner that night, when we heard what we thought were firecrackers. A few minutes later, the sound intensified, there was a blast and the windows of my kitchen completely shattered, following which there was open fire.
At that point our maid suggested leaving the building and going into the adjacent compound, where she was the caretaker of an empty flat. We didn’t know at that point that the shots were being fired at Nariman House, so even though this flat was in a building opposite it, we thought we would be safer there.
We entered the flat and dad and I were near the window, trying to get network to call my brother. They shot him in the head from Nariman House and then sprayed bullets into this apartment. I ducked, I saw mom falling off the couch and dad profusely bleeding.
I didn’t realise that mom too had been hit, but she passed away almost instantly. I lost both my parents that day and 7 years later you won’t understand how I feel — I’m still dealing with it everyday.
I was then called on as a witness in the case against Kasab and the first time I saw him in court, I remember feeling nothing. I didn’t feel any anger towards him even though their terror took away my parents. I have no room for any kind of hatred in my life.
These people make it about religion, but let me tell you, I’m Muslim…my parents were Muslim – but did that stop them from shooting? A terrorist is a terrorist, they kill to kill and no religion in the world has anything to do with that.”