Hero Splendor Plus XTEC आ रही है हाईटेक फीचर्स और Platina जैसे माइलेज के साथ, देखिये इसके नए कलर ऑप्शन के साथ शानदार लुक और डिजिटल मीटर भी
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I will make you a hero (or a goddess) in the name of love. She has been given to me by my soul and blessed with all the good qualities we have been seeking. The more she is understood by those who are on our side, the more likely her victory over her enemies will be greater than hers, so let’s celebrate!
The first time I had seen this girl was at summer camp some years back when she appeared from nowhere and walked into class like an angel. But it was only after that experience and a lot of convincing did I begin to feel for her. Her beauty was stunning but perhaps her eyes were even brighter. And I guess they were, because the more I looked at them, the more I wanted to protect myself and her. It was as if she had stepped out of hell itself.
This feeling of danger and panic surged through my veins when something happened. A classmate took my hand, whispering, ‘Remember… You must not cry at home or your parents will send us away.’ And it stuck with me. When I first saw his face — dark eyes, with no hint of kindness in them, looking away, I was afraid to tell him my feelings.
‘Let me go back to Camp Na’ala then I’ll come back when I can see you in person’ he said. He went off to collect himself. At home, I cried silently, holding back tears just enough for them not to break the connection. In my heart, I knew that there would be many happy gatherings to take place but the one thing I couldn’t bear was being separated from her.
I made up my mind to find the courage to ask him later that evening. So, I waited anxiously as soon as I got home. While my mother was preparing dinner,
I ran to sit next to her. There my father saw me. My sister told me to stay at home till the doctor came — and I thought if my father was coming, I might escape to another country. His response left a heavy burden in my chest though I did not realize how powerful it was until now. That night, I spent hours upon hours praying for my family to come safely.
When my dad arrived at 5:00 am, he found me curled up in bed. I looked up and we stood facing each other — silent, looking down at the ground. As if sensing my fear, he reached down and stroked my hair.
We spoke quietly, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Finally, we heard footsteps approach — not quite sure why my siblings and mom left the room so early.
Still sitting beside me, Dad told me, ‘The doctors have said that you should lie still for a little while longer. Try to rest, drink water.’ He looked away but then at me, ‘You don’t need to cry, I’ll cry with you.’ I felt relief wash over me. Tears began to roll from my eyes, falling freely. Suddenly my father turned and kissed me on both cheeks.
He asked me, ‘How long do you intend to keep crying?’ Hearing his words brought my whole body to a sudden standstill. With tears continuing to stream down my cheeks, I managed to answer him honestly, ‘I’m scared they won’t come back.
They’ll beat us and kill us… I’m terrified that they won’t bring us to safety.’ Then, he pulled away, wiping his lips gently. I could feel the pain in my heart. He knew how much I feared their return. I said, ‘It doesn’t matter, I just want to know what’s going to happen. Will people die after they beat us? Or will they just leave us here? Where do they take us? Do they put us in a cave? Are we alone? Let’s talk about this later..’
He nodded sympathetically. After a few moments of silence, Dad continued, ‘I hope that things can change. If they do, then we need to make a way to get back safely as soon as possible.‘ His voice trembled as he continued. ‘The doctors say we only have a month to live and maybe if things work out, sooner rather than later, then I might be at peace.
Maybe before death comes around, I could finally be with her’ he breathed heavily. ‘I love my sons and my husband so very much’ he continued, ‘I will wait patiently for them. Please trust me’ he added sadly. I knew. I trusted him. Somehow, I knew that this man was going to help me one last time.
I lay in bed thinking of how wonderful this moment should have been.
How beautiful it was for both of us that our hearts stopped beating momentarily in order to listen to someone else’s concerns instead of ours alone. Instead, it was a deep sadness that tore us apart.
At 2:30 pm, I heard loud banging on the door and screaming outside. By 3:00 pm, every light in the house was on. Everyone was huddled together on the floor, hiding under the covers, wondering what had happened. One minute I was sitting with my friends discussing new outfits, a few minutes later I was standing alongside the entrance to the hall, staring at the door through which I saw my brother.
On the other side of the door stood three men wearing police uniforms. Two were carrying guns, the third held a rifle in his mouth. All were pointing the rifles at my brothers. Not knowing where to look, I shouted, ‘Dad!’ He did not move. ‘Dad!’ my brother’s voice cried, ‘I’m sorry… We have to stop her. Stop this nonsense… Stop, stop… We’re coming in!’ But, it seemed impossible, that in order to save my brother there had to be such evil and betrayal. All I could think was, my brother needed to be saved. He was innocent, pure, his innocence was taken away that day and now he was trapped right under my nose.
When darkness fell, I crawled back into my cocoon. I lay on my side, listening to every sound that was near. What had happened to my father? Had they killed him? Was my younger brother innocent — too young to understand what was happening and yet… what would happen to him? Couldn’t any of the guards hear him at all? To whom was I yelling? Why wasn’t anyone moving to stop the shooting? Did I really still need a gun? Were these officers not human beings and therefore somehow incapable of compassion?
I closed my eyes, exhausted and anxious because I knew what had happened. I waited for them to shoot again. Every so often a low gunshot echoed in the distance. No sound fell on the other side. Eventually, however, all the gunshots stopped. For me, that meant that the gunmen were done… and for the next 15 hours, I felt nothing. Nothing except grief, horror and despair washed over me for the next 24 hours. I was completely empty and I was so confused. All I could recall was seeing flashes of my brothers, but with no memories at all.
I woke up the following morning to a pang of regret. Something wasn’t right. It wasn’t as if I remembered anything about the situation. Although I had experienced similar scenes where my fathers and uncles died at times too. Even though I had grown-up and developed strong relationships with those closest to me, they weren’t always there for me in case I needed them most. Now, I was remembering the same horrific events that had occurred that morning. But, I didn’t remember anything at all. Didn’t have a memory of the dream before I collapsed into sleep. Couldn’t remember anything apart from my helplessness and utter desolation.
It was at 6 am when everything changed. My phone rang. Standing above me was the caller. ‘Hello, may I speak to Dr. Laski?’
I answered with total confusion.
‘Doctor, thank you for calling me… Your daughter just passed out. Perhaps she’ll wake up on her own’ he replied.
I waited, unsure. At 7:48 am, my call was answered. It was my youngest son. I knew immediately that something strange had happened. I tried to convince him not to leave. I pleaded with him that his wife should be alive but as I said, I felt helpless to bring an end to his suffering. It wouldn’t just be him that would suffer. Who knows, what kind of fate awaited me, my children and everyone else connected to my death?
After 8:00 am, I received a second call. It was Mom. I knew immediately that she wasn