After October 8, 2005 I was teaching a 7th-grade class at the time. I was writing something on the board with a piece of chalk. It must have been around 10:30 or 11:00 when Sarwar Masi Shahid called out to me urgently, "Come out, come out quickly." At first, I didn't understand, but then I led the entire class outside to the ground. The internet wasn't as common back then. The school was soon closed, and after a short while, the staff was also sent home. When I got home and watched the TV, I saw the devastation in Kashmir and the surrounding areas. My heart was deeply troubled, and I was overcome with sorrow. In the evening, I wrote this poem. English Translation: After October 8, 2005, It was as if the entire region was in mourning, Nature had unleashed its fury, And the land trembled beneath us. Homes turned to rubble, Lives were lost in the blink of an eye, The cries of the wounded echoed in the valleys, And the mountains bore witness to our pain. The earth