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A Judgement Day...




Five years of darkness, of that terrible, horrified, inhuman actions. The brains which were conquered by lust, captured with those human demonic thoughts. The night on Sixteenth of December. When the whole country was busy thinking, dreaming, discussing the new year ave. There was an angel, forlorn, with her sense, her motions, fighting for her breath. Unfortunately, unexpected, her breath her flesh evaporated in the smoke with those flames.  Even the devil spirit might get fright by what happened on that night. Even thinking about it create a draught in my mind. The incident happened in the capital of our country, out of the cops voluntary. 
Among that huge crowd, I was also the one in the locality with the locals, who crawled the distance with that burning thread and melting wax dripping on the figures. Unaware, so unintelligent and without a single ray of knowledge of what it was? For whom it was?
It took time for the right thing to happen, but so late. It's better to be late than never, it's better that things proceeded and not just left on the pages, inside those files which coated various layers of dust.
Still, this is not the question. We live in a developing country. The grade, the class and out of the personality, we use devices, which are much intelligent and upgraded. But still humans are unintelligent and their thoughts are downgraded. 
Why? and When? When will our eyes raise with the glance of respect for the females, glance not for what, and how they wore, because clothes never defined nature or humanity, if so, there were our ancestors who died naked but had a little bit of humanity still alive in them. When will we realize their power, their importance, and completeness for our society? When will our society will wake up in humanity, why did we forgot they are not an alien, but the same figures who always played an important part, as an angel daughter to a father, a 'will-never-leave-you-alone' type friend for a husband, as an 'only-one-can-understand-me' type friend for a brother and trust me blindly like a mother.  


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