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Suddenly I realized what I was facing all the time. The façade was no more there… my real master was revealed. I was tearing apart my own people on his commands and I had killed my own soul for his lust. I closed my eyes and saw a small child, who was begging for his mother’s life, but I didn’t see the innocence in his eyes. I was given commands that I had to fulfill and we killed them all. I could hear the cries of the mothers who had lost their sons… I was in front of a young boy, who was standing firmly with his sword, he was ready to kill me and that was the first time my soul asked me if I was on the right side or not…. I replied in the affirmative and the boy was killed after a brave battle.
Now for the first time I knew what I had to do… It was neither about religion nor about my color. It was about my identity which I had lost… left behind… I picked up my sword again but this time it was in search of my own soul.
Let me set the fire this time because I know I will not be here after that. Maybe this dream needs blood let it be mine but when I’ll be gone don’t let this dream fade out.
1857- Révolte
A1- G2
e more than the lack of respect students’ show to the National anthem these days. Standing behind a massive crowd of 600 students, observing the crowd from one end to the other I see young adults who are definitely a valued asset of the country, fidgeting, fixing their “oh so very important hairdo’s”, chatting and laughing precisely at the very moment when they are suppose to be singing the national anthem in unison. While on the other end I see young children of age 8-9, filled with reverence, passion and enthusiasm; singing the national anthem in their true spirits of patriotism although at this very young age the notion of patriotism has not even been instilled in their adolescent minds.
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