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| An abandoned house |
Thakur pulled his car out of the porcelain porch and quickly
headed for the airport where he was to receive someone he called his mentor,
lifetime benefactor and someone he truly adored. At hearts of his heart, he was
determined to taking Mubashir to an abandoned house in the northern outskirts
of the city to give him an “easy” death as a token of his gratitude.
Mubashir felt utter sympathy and droplets of sweat caressed
his brow as he knelt down on hard concrete to pick up a lump: a young boy. He
took the boy to a nearby hospital where he paid for the expenses and when he
could find no guardian for the boy, he decided to adopt him.
The young boy grew up in an unfamiliarly posh environment but
soon got the hang of it. His days were spent in getting quality education,
developing a good taste in music and art and studying Henry David Thoreau’s
“resistance to civil government” and similar books.
He grew up to be a teenager not willing to resign his
conscience to the legislator. He believed and obeyed laws that were in line
with his moral conscience and strived hard to denounce any that contradicted
it. He had grown up to believe in utter freedom of mankind and absence of
governing bodies as the only solution to mankind’s problems.
Mubashir had succeeded in creating a Mr-No-Government who had
potential to be a part of a movement aimed at resistance towards civil
government and so the boy became a part of the evil movement.
The boy who was now a man strived hard day and night to make
the movement stronger but after the conservative party came to power and decided
to take radical measures against the movement, everything changed.
He was caught, tried, imprisoned and tortured atrociously. He
ratted out every bit of info on whoever he knew in the movement – in exchange
for his freedom, something he had come to admire since his childhood – except that
he succeeded in keeping Mubashir.
Today that boy, Thakur, was standing on the threshold of a
colossal airport waiting for Mubashir. His eyes drifted upwards to the infinite
blue sky dotted with gray clouds. When he looked back down, he was awestruck as
he laid eyes on a pale figure with creased forehead and narrow lips smiling
pleasantly at him. It was Mubashir.
He managed to take Mubashir to an abandoned
house, his conscience failing him but he was not to deter from a decision he
had taken with deliberation and lack of emotions – a decision for the better.
He pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Mubashir as memories of torture filled
his mind. He decided to squeeze the trigger not wanting Mubashir to face such
horrendous torture who unlike him would not be able to strike a deal for
freedom but before he could, Mubashir ran! Mubashir bolted on the rocky mountainous
terrain. Thakur jerked his rifle on his shoulder. His shooting skills overcame
Mubashir’s escaping skills as Thakur drove three bullets through Mubashir who soon
lay still. Thakur then lived happy for Mubashir ceaselessly.
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| Mubeen Ahmed Fayyaz O' Levels Final Year PakTurk School, Islamabad |
Awosome story.......
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