May 9th, 4pm 2025: Kashmir Under Fire
Holy shit. The ground fucking SHOOK beneath Dr. Daoud's feet as Indian shells tore through the night. Darkness swallowed his home while his sister's neighborhood burned just miles away. The air reeked of cordite and fear—children sobbing, walls trembling, ears ringing with each goddamn explosion. "Systematic," he called it. Not random. Deliberate. Three days of pure hell followed, trapping his family—from a terrified 5-year-old to his 73-year-old elder—in a nightmare of smoke and screams. "We're not just fucking headlines," Daoud spat through tears. "We're humans caught in this bullshit war we never asked for."
May 9th, 3pm 2025: Civilians in the Crossfire
The thunderous crack jolted Dr. Daoud awake—his body drenched in cold sweat as darkness enveloped his trembling home. Fuck diplomacy. This wasn't some border skirmish; India was bombing civilian neighborhoods, including his sister's. The bitter taste of ash hung in the air while artillery screams b…
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