Survival: Alone

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Soon after I gained my manhood, I became a demon for blood. No wildlife was safe from my hunger. I would devour everything in my path just to quench my thirst for blood and feast upon the meat of my latest victim. I was growing stronger, faster and much more valiant with every kill.

Then came the night when reality finally hit me. My father had built a nice shed for us in the woods; it was made of old hardwood from the trees of the forest which surrounded it. The roof was a traditional slope with a light pole on top which my father would keep lit all night to attract lone travelers seeking help. Beside the house was a small stonewalled well with fresh blue water which would last ages. We were free and happy; from all the commotion, away in our humble abode. Never had I ever thought of ever losing both my parents at such a young age. As I lay in my bed all alone in our little peaceful shed I finally realized how alone I was. There was no living soul around for miles. I yearned for company but my wishes were never granted.

Each morning I would wake to the rising sun peeping in through my window. I would climb up to the roof to put out the flames of the light pole and would scream to the mountains, hoping, praying that anyone would respond. I missed the sweet loving company of my mother, whom I had cherished the most in this world and I wept till my eyes would dry out of tears. I would spend days at the shrine I built her, right beside my father. My loneliness was reaching its peak but there was no one to fill the expanding void in my heart.

One ordinary night, I came home, shut the door and put my latest hunt on the table to feast when I heard something strange.

The Martyr

there’s just no explanation for this piece of work. I’m pretty sure i don’t even like it to some extent, but i was bored i guess.


It was a bright summer morning. The radiant sun was gloriously placed in the middle of the sky. There in the middle of it all stood Rehan, staring at the sun in a challenging manner. If it were any other youthful boy of Rehan’s age he would’ve been afraid to damage his blessed eyes, but Rehan would never be worried about something so foolish. Rehan was blind and crippled. He hadn’t always been in this state of abnormality. Rehan actually belonged to one of the richest families in Karachi. He was a prince born in a democracy; rules were bent to his will. His father, a man of high titles in the government was the source of all his investments. Rehan had never seen a bad day in his life, until the day came when he couldn’t see at all.

It was a political matter. Rehan’s father had been found guilty of the highest levels of government corruption and the opposing party had bribed the judge of the harshest punishment possible. The aftermath of it all left Rehan and his mother alone on the streets without a home or any way to fulfill their hunger.

Rehan’s mother was also a woman of high pride. She believed her body could get her anywhere in this world and he had used it well in the past to capture Rehan’s father for her own purpose. She couldn’t bear the agony too long and oon also left Rehan for another conquest. She had seduced yet another vastly rich politician coincidently one of the politicians who had framed Rehan’s father. She mentioned nothing of a child o her new husband and Rehan was left all alone with nothing but the company of himself and dreams of his past.

Rehan had nothing left to live for, no purpose in fulfilling a life lived in greed. Rehan accepted his punishment, but did not lose his pride. Rehan knew that he was as good as death, but he did not cower away, he faced death with glory. Both of Rehan’s eyes had been donated to a girl whose family could not afford to show her the light of day. Nerve extractions had been willingly made from Rehan’s legs to help graft nerves for millions of crippled people.

Rehan stood up straight, the best way he could and stared right at the sun even though it was impossible to see its luminosity waiting for death to take a hold of him. He lived a life of greed and despair, but he died a martyr.

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