There are moments in life that you will always remember. Like the day your baby arrived in the world. He was so tiny and helpless who depended entirely on you. As a mother, you helped him grow to become independent.
After years, you brought him to me because you wanted to give him a good education. You wanted him to learn the ABCs. You wanted to make him a better person, and I wanted the same. With me, he started his journey to soak up everything in the world around him.
My children were from different backgrounds, but I was available to all and treated them equally, as they all had the same innocent smile. I never felt weird when I held your child’s hands. I never thought twice to raise him up in the times he fell. I was there to cuddle him up at the times he cried. I was there for him whenever he needed a playmate.
Today, after years I saw your kid on the television. He has grown up to become a young man, but I was able to make him out. There was no time for my happy thoughts as I heard the word ‘Terrorist’ with his picture. I broke into pieces. I taught him how to hold a pencil. I taught him counting. And now he’s here with a gun in his hand to count the lives of those innocent people he killed.
I sat in my armchair and closed my eyes. I began to think what did I miss. As teachers, we wanted our children to become better citizens. We touched their hearts and shaped their minds. But now my heart says I’m a failure as I gifted a ‘Terrorist’ to the world.
You believed in me. In your child, I wanted to see a doctor, you wanted to see an engineer, but today the world see him as a terrorist. I taught him facts and skills, love and feelings. I taught him how to succeed in life and relationships matter. But somewhere, someplace I have failed.
We failed. As a mother and as a teacher.
Yes, we failed.