An Outlaw: Celebration of Rebellion
Nature is never still although she seems to project her position as of one who doesn’t care. Yet the truth holds firm against all falsehood, eventually turning the wheel of life counter to what appears
A child of motivated faith, cultured wisdom, demanding obedience and unfaltering selflessness was brought up by the forces of nature, guardianed under a pair of beseechingly lovable covenants of time. Favored was the little creature over its contemporaries. Defying perseverance and a collection of natural memories were always a resource for the hungry curiosity that came with age. The child lifted barriers of loaded mishaps turning each setback into an opportunity unsurpassable. Though the intelligence quotient did not match the geniuses of the universe, but the victory in trifles of daily life were par excellence. Thoughts about evading the truths of destiny hardly quavered innovation in the fertile matter of the child’s soul. Moments gained in respect and monuments constructed by fate were one of the most relished successes. The child was an outcast; no – not due to racial or gender discrimination but because of diversity in thought, practice and particularly belief. Principles, strictly registered and religiously followed were one of the highly desired motives of the child. ‘Being an outlaw’ never actually grounded its roots into the purity of the child’s innocence. The child was deemed or doomed to be a “rug-rat”.
Nature is never still or silent, although she seems to project her position as of the one who doesn’t care or even acts blindly to whatsoever happens. Yet the truth holds firm against all falsehood and superstitions, eventually turning the wheel of life counter to what appears. Fate was waiting for the right moment to enter and seep inside the bloom of the child’s heart and allow it to face the harsh reality. The child was romantically inclined to patriotism and being in a foreign area where such patriots were hardly worshipped, made things cruel for this countenance of truth. The elders had warned the child about the dangers of nurturing the anti-state anger and the possible consequences but the birth of a rebel had already taken place once the soul was agitated by injustice. The child, does not depend, whether this protagonist is a boy or a girl, nor is it absolutely necessary of it being an adult or a teenager but the major event is the labor of being suppressed and then the consistency of bearing the pangs of being murdered, not once in a lifetime but infinite times.
The child was romantically inclined to patriotism and being in a foreign area where such patriots were hardly worshipped, made things cruel for this countenance of truth
What remained was the ultimate symbol of metamorphosis into an outlaw – a rebel. This outlaw did not loot or cause distress to the culprits but was the source of anguish to them. The oppressors refused to recognize this outlaw. As a matter of fact they could not. Such was the discretion of this protégé. Housing no ill will and rooted inside their hearts, the child became an emblem of trust for them and this marked the upheaval of confessions from the advocates of injustice, though not all were involved in the process. The child reached heights in gaining respect and became an embodiment of love to the sinners, slowly embarking the ship of rebellion to the shores of justice through the waves of confessed tears. The murder of thousands was revenged, the despair of millions soothed, the fear of even crores settled into peace of bountiful eternity.
But everything comes at a cost. This child was a rebel and the rebellion inside it vanished with the fulfillment of justice and law to its motherland
But everything comes at a cost. This child was a rebel and the rebellion inside it vanished with the fulfillment of justice and law to its motherland. The only loss suffered was the fire inside which had ceased to exist and periodic sparks were put out by contentment of eventually capturing peace to rest inside people. The last flames of holy light pictured the torment of its past, forbearance of pain suffered, potentiality to curb this menace, power that won millions of tears, the subjugated guilty and finally accomplishment of an ideal destiny. The solitary purpose of this child was justice and once that dream converted to reality, its last breath escaped from the soul, continually praying for peace to remain and bless the tranquil motherland which sustained it, while the child kissed the earth to enter as a martyr.
(Author can be reached at adeelaha email@example.com)