Back to the village

Later we came back to the village, but there was no less chaos. police were searching for my dad everywhere. When they were unable to find him they took my brother with them and told us to bring the father in order to get back the son.

My father was later sent to them and they let my brother go. At this point, I need to tell you that my father was a religious and saint-like personality. For as long as I remember he used to get up before everyone else and sleep after others did. My religion tells us to feed the hungry and while working on the lands he once or twice treated militants who asked for food and water. Maybe that was the reason police mistook him for one of the militants.

I still remember the fear in my mother's eyes. That was a sad stage of my life. At those times even the police didn't abide by the law. It was said that the police tortured the people whom they arrested. this too can be written as a totally different story, so I'll just continue with the original one. After a month of torture, he was finally freed but my uncle had seen that dreadful life for a whole year.

I had to complete my 8th in the government school nearby. When my uncle came back he started the construction of a new school on our land along with 5 similar houses for all the five brothers. For a year the class was taken in the house only until the school was finally ready. The school was from nursery till10th grade.