The middle-aged gentleman, targeted by some chicken-hearted people, is not bending his head because he has ceaseless faith in his faith, which is unbendable.
It burst out from the sands around him and irreversibly altered the course of human history. Emperors and kings crouched as the faith shook up the world.
Emperors and kings crouched as the faith shook up the world
Why petitioning the above power? Because no one came forward to wipe his tears as no one could hear his sobs as they got drowned in the sound of his crumbling house, which lies in pieces because nothing does a more thorough job of human destruction than a bomb. And his home was bombed for a reason unclear to him.
It wouldn’t be out of place to discuss what I told my teacher in school. I was in Class V. “Sir, who made the bomb?” The teacher replied, “A scientist.” “Why?” I went on. He replied, “ The question is simple, but the answer is complicated and needs time.”
I realised years later that the teacher avoided answering my question because he didn’t want to fill me up with negatives from the filthy world of politics.
Subsequently I discovered that man’s greatest enemy was man. No matter how well-placed a human being is his lust for more never leaves him. It was the discovery that sparked my lifelong association with mirth and misery. Egg twins, I woud say.
Well, let’s come back to the gentleman. No roof, no problem. No walls, no problem. No doors, no problem. No windows, no problem. He just needs the threshold from where he could reach the tribunal invincible.