THE INSIGHT The night was darker than the usual, the air moved gently caressing my cheeks & then, I heard a voice. It was the echo of the murmur of the sky, trying to convey a message; telling that soon it is about to roar out of the terror of the sight it is about to witness, and how helpless it is to be forced to watch the inhumanity for it is unable to close its eyes and only weep hiding its volume in its thunder and lightning only to not distract the minds of faith on their grounds; how guilty it is being resisted by the night, unable to give its golden shield to protect the warriors of the land it shades, for it is one to all. The moon takes refuge behind the clouds for it doesn’t want to lose the calmness of its moonlight. The sand below hardens, refuses to sink below, and monitors me, giving me the firm ground to support me to be upright in my duty. I try to synchronize myself with the words in the whispers of the strings of the wind, they carry warnings that the monotonous thoughts are to be lost cause the similar new morning may never come, and stating that the opportunities of designing a new universe are endless and its creation is worth to begin with ends of worlds. It tells me not to back down, only move forward and rise higher; to not be afraid, for the time of hardships will flow and a better day is bound to come for all. For it is dark everywhere, It tells me to lead if someone loses their path or is weakened by the force of fear; stay determined, don’t let the dark force make you lose your soul & mind; for when it becomes successful in provoking your anger over aggression, and you let it control you ; the battle is lost. I have a picture of the new world design from my perspective in my mind, where I may not be able to reside but up from the heaven I shall watch how my efforts pay to the secure future of the universe I dreamt of. So I give a last kiss to the souvenirs of my dear ones praying to my lord to never postpone this judgment day for the candles of hopes are burning out and the silence is covering its ears for it can hear the painful screeches no more. Here in this small patch in the pitch, unknown to the rest except those who are a part of the fight, will take place the life changing decisions of the mortal and how to the beyond, gives meaning to the sacrifices of the many selfless anonymous never known heroes may be I’ll be a part of. The long yearned opportunity to serve my motherland has finally arrived, and I am only encouraged by dissolving into lullabies of the rain-song of the dripping bloods, hurt by the barbed wires laid across among the people who serve the same as me and witness demolitions in the hope of affective revolutions thereafter. $@β¥
