A Road Accident
A few days ago, I had to go to Faisalabad from Dera Ghazikhan. The bus started early in the morning, and we were on our way to Faisalabad. The bus was new and comfortable. There were only 25 passengers. The conductor of the bus expected to have more passengers on the way. All were gay and happy. The driver was in a good mood and was going a bit fast. Nobody knew what lay for him next. We had covered only a distance of five miles when we met an accident. The bus was running very speedily when suddenly there came a depression in the road. The driver was not alert. The bus took a sudden jump from the ground. The driver applied brakes but the brakes failed. The bus struck the ground and the tie-rod was broken. The driver lost control over the steering and the bus crashed into a big tree. I was thrown out of my seat into the air, fell on the ground and was unconscious.When I came to my sense I saw a horrible scene. I had lost one leg. Around me were laying the injured and the dead persons. The front part of the bus was missing. The big tree had fallen on the bus and many of the passengers were crushed to death. The limbs of the people lay scattered. A woman had been cut into two. There was blood and death everywhere. No cry, no moaning. Perhaps I was the only person in sense. But I could not keep up my senses any longer. I was again senseless. But what I had seen would haunt me forever.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the hospital. I learn t that ten passengers met their end at the spot: five died in the hospital. Ten were wounded badly, but they were out of danger. I was one of them.
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