Where shells fall first: Memoir from Line of Control
Just ten minutes after I, along with five members of my family, escaped through the narrow lane of our locality, an artillery shell landed with full force on the same path. Zain and Zoya (nickname of Urwa), the 12-year-old twins you may have heard of by now, were the first to be martyred. Three others were injured—one of them was a friend whom I had greeted at his doorstep as we fled, urging him to do the same.
