Truly Asia....

Where’s mama?I cried from the distance,covering the miles with those echoes.

There!He pointed down from the building,at the road.

W..wh..what?and all others too?!

Yes.All others too.

During this discourse,I reached near him.Out of my breathes,trying to calm down myself,I was about to faint.I fell on the floor helplessly.But he didn’t mind to help me in settling myself.

And all others too?!I felt ghastly terrible.

And all others too!I felt as if my brain is decoding this phrase which is merely a sequence of words for me at this moment.

And everybody!This time I comprehended the whole phenomenon and rushed towards the window through which the notion of another world was being manifested.

How many anthems are left?

Two.

Ah?!

My heart began to sink and my body was chilled out of fear and dread.My hands were shivering so I clasped myself as nobody else was there to console me.I was breathless,terrified to see the world’s nations representing themselves in a row.They were supposed to sing the anthem to specify the power of their country.Those trumpets,banners,the noise,those people who were so sure of their victory.Raising their voices..no...guaranteeing their undefeated power they were singing their anthems.What excited them was freezing me with terror.

In one row there were people of one country.In only one row.A row that is boundless and infinite in its length.All are ready to fight..to sacrifice..to be crucified when their anthem is finished.

Fida’I…..

What they’re saying?

Their anthem.My Redemption.

From what?

From the terror they’re facing so far.The anarchy which is entailing murders,encounter,bloodshed there.

So,why they’re here?

Because every other is.Because all ought to be.It’s as simple as that.

And the one who is ruthless,wheres that?

There..sang the anthem of hope.

My eyes met with those infidels.Conscious of their to-be victory, showing fake respect.It was the second last anthem which was being sung there.This realization exhausted and injected anxiety and more depression within me and I break out.

How I am hating all those!I am dying with every passing moment.The fear is piercing me and engraving the death in me.Save them!save all those!Save my family..my people!the muslims!Does the creator not care?

Beauty is devastating.Distracting your attention from the destruction the world power can cause.You call those powers infidels.They're rulers,fighting in a very decent way.Inviting all miserable to stand out by their attacks.They created it all and they dont care.

God!I was referring to Him!

He did a lot for the real redemption but we believe in ‘hope’ and ‘my redemption’ and here we all become infidels.

It failed me to argue any further.The last anthem..they were singing it!

Or find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings 

And yet have so many friends 

Where can you walk amongst giants 

And not feel small

How your creator defines beauty then?I muster up the courage.

In destruction.In ruins.

Where can your wishes come true 

Apart get full there anytime 

A place like no where else on earth 

Malaysia..Truly Asia….

And it was the end of their ceremony.The more destructive and less respective one was about to start.My eye’s pupil were stretching and sometimes shrinking with the incredible and desolated horror,circulation of blood was numbed owing to it.They were exposed.They were have two faces.One showing grace and the other one negating it and fills with hate.Diplomacy.It was clearly revealed.We were all infidels,believing in no one but in ourself.Our ‘rightself’.War is ours favourite but only one wins and another mourns on it’s misery.The misery is self-made.Because we believe in no one but in our ownself.My mouth was quivering as if I had my last words to say.

What next?I feebly demanded to know what I already knew.

The War.

War?!My brain couldn’t assess the word,in the beginning because my thoughts were getting deformed,forming icicles of depression.But the warmth of this word,in just a moment,melted those icicles and I understood it.

The War!in creator’s whole world.Blood!decayed flesh of bodies.Cravings for more destruction and the lust for more blood.And the creator doesn’t care?

P.S:This is one of my remarkable dreams!