We took you up from a garbage can , they often said. And though it was but a joke, he used to be offended by it. From that point till today, He still couldn’t help wondering if he was any special. Though his family had given him all that man could look for, love, respect, freedom, he still sat atop balconies and wondered, Am I special? And the answers that came were outright. A big NO stamped across the face of fate. And he was often left in tears.
Enough retrospection, he said. They were lying low in an enemy encampment. It was dark and dangerous. This facility had never been broken through. But today, it would be. There was no other choice. The person they’d held prisoner was important to Ahmed, and had to be found and released and brought to a safe place before dusk. A dusk that was comin closer by the minute. Something had to be done soon. The two men crouched from below the fencing and entered what looked like a fortress. This is impossible, said Pasha, Ahmed’s comrade. We will never be able to infiltrate something this guarded. Patting his friend’s back Ahmed said, trust in Him. Everything will be alright. And as he said this, a package came up from behind, as had been agreed upon. It was yellow-coloured, a small box, containing some equipment. Pasha was scrambling through it contents when held his hand out towards Ahmed and said, this one’s for you. And as he opened the package, he saw her pic. It always delighted him, but tonight it made him cry. If God, in all his mercy, would still want Ahmed to lose his life, he’d gladly give it away. But the only thing, the only person he will always miss, even after death, would be the lady in the pic. After they had torn the yellow package to this last bit, finding guns and other weaponry, they were all set for the attack. The time had come.
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