harder than lightning…it heart

For the past several weeks, the city has been besieged by enemy troops. Thousands of lights twinkled like red eyes on the city walls during the night. Due to this appalling situation, the morale of the townspeople had dropped significantly. The enemy was slowly approaching. The siege was over. The barking of their horses was […]
 


harder than lightning…it heart

For the past several weeks, the city has been besieged by enemy troops. Thousands of lights twinkled like red eyes on the city walls during the night. Due to this appalling situation, the morale of the townspeople had dropped significantly.

The enemy was slowly approaching. The siege was over. The barking of their horses was also evident. The sound of weapons and the assurance of victory were a source of laughter. Imagine for a second that you were transferred to the karma-driven world of the Earl.

The enemy threw the corpse into the canals supplying water to the city. They had burnt all the gardens outside; The forest was destroyed. Cannonballs were constantly hitting the protective walls. It was raining bullets.

Hungry and half-hearted soldiers were roaming the streets inside the city in despair. The cries of the wounded, the cry of the children and the prayers of the women were coming from the windows of the houses. People were talking to each other in alert, whispered voices. The enemy had arrived at the door!

The feeling that we have ‘run out gas’ emotionally. People were struggling with hunger and trouble. His scream could be heard far and wide. The protective walls were destroyed in many places. Let a black shadow fly over it. Let the enemy camps disappear. The moon, which looks like the armor of a sword, rises from the mountains next to it.

The people of the city had given up hope of survival. The rarely visible moon in its light made the people tremble with fear at the sight of the camps, distant mountains and valleys. Now death was inevitable. There was not a single star in the sky to console him.

People were afraid to turn on the lights in the houses. All the streets were dark during the night. A woman wearing a black veil from head to toe was walking on the road without making a sound, as if a fish was crawling in the river.

When the people saw him, they whispered to one another: ‘Is this him?’
‘Yes, that’s it!’

Some hid in adjacent buildings, and others followed him into the corridor. The patrol chief gave him a stern warning:
‘Are you going out again, Mona Mariana?’ Be careful someone will kill you, and no one will need to find the culprit.

She stood still and stood still, but the guards went straight. Either they did not dare to raise their hands against him, or they hated him. Armed men were avoiding him like a corpse. She was walking alone in the dark; As if the misfortune of the city was silently roaming in its form. The soldiers inside were completely exhausted. They could only cry, moan, pray and whisper softly.

That ‘mother’ who is a citizen of the city was walking and thinking about her son – that happy, handsome but heartless boy of our country! Until recently, she used to look at him with pride. He believed that he had given a precious diamond to the country. She grew up in the same city, and her son grew up. He believed that his strength and leadership would be very useful to the people. His ancestors worked hard to build their homes and built stone walls around the city. The graves of relatives were in the same village. She knew very well the hopes and aspirations of the townspeople, legends. He was remembering all this now. Her beloved was now lost, and her heart was crying silently.

She was thinking about the love for the child and the love for the motherland. She didn’t know whom to lean on. So she kept walking on the road. Some were going away in fear because they did not know him – as if death had descended into a black body. Otherwise he would have come closer. Those who knew her were secretly touting her as the mother of a traitorous child.

One day, in a secluded place away from the city, near the wall, he saw another woman lying next to a corpse. So yet it felt like a piece of land. Distraught, he prayed and looked up at the sky. The soldiers sitting on the wall were talking softly, waving their weapons.
asked the traitor’s mother.

‘Your husband?’
“No.”
“So your brother?”
‘My Son. Thirteen days ago the husband was murdered and today the boy!’
Sitting on her knees, the mother of the dead child said humbly: ‘The mother of Jesus Christ is seeing all and she knows all; I am so grateful for that! ,
‘why? The first asked, and the second answered:

I am proud that he died fighting for the country. I was afraid of him. He was very soft hearted, but very brave! Whether he would betray his country was the fear – as did Ma Rihanna’s son. He is the enemy of God and the human race – now the leader of the enemy. People are cursing him and his mother.

Mariana covered her face and left.
(first half)
-Original author: Maxim Gorky Arbitrary
Translation: Ravindra Gurjar