“Where is my son?”
Do I ever feel like crying?
While meeting the missing persons’ families.
Everyone you can see in this picture has a sob story.
Everyone has a ‘missing person’ in his family.
This 63-year old Baloch on my right side says his son, Abdul Hayee, 20, has gone missing since August 29, 2009.
“How do you consol Hayee’s mom back home?” I asked.
“How can I? I am not good at handling my own tears. You see I am an old man now. When you get old, you become very sentimental which I am.”
Pause. Pause. Pause
Silence. Silence. Silence.
“Where is my son?” he asks.
“I don’t know mama*,” I whisper.
Anguish. Frailty. Guilt.
(I met these families of the freshly disappeared people today in Sariab, Quetta)
Mama = mother’s brother; a term of endearment for someone older. (Explaination by Uzi)