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WHILE REDEEMING MY SOUL: Chapter 1 - The Crimson Evening

Updated on September 14, 2011

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Chapter 1: The Crimson Evening

It is an evening of 27th December, 2008. The sun has been set like every other evening, even all the birds have returned to their homes as usual. It seems just like another evening – familiar to our eyes – though it only seems to be. It is somewhat different from its fellow evenings and some fearful memories create this distinction – an unforgettable distinction.

I am a sick old man, waiting for my angel of death while lying in the bed. My name is Tauseef, I spent my whole life building roads and bridges as a contractor, rather a famous contractor I should say, or famous at least in my own eyes, because I didn’t remember I did anything good for anyone else, apart for me. I feel fear revising the past sometimes, as I am too old, too sick to change the past; to stand against it, or to even revise it, because there were moments in that when something bad happened - to me and to all of us.

Albert Einstein once said:

“The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."

He was right! Though in my case, I am entirely and impotently unable to focus out of that illusion. That past is an integral part of my life, and only because of that, I am who I am. Now I can easily confirm that your future depends upon your past – your karma makes it.

I simply cannot forget some of the memories and today is the anniversary of one of such horrible memories. My eyes witnessed the riots of 27th December 2007, exactly a year ago. I saw those burning flames, those dying people. I heard those crying voices, those utterly cracked and fractured souls. No, I wasn’t a part of any political party. I didn’t even participate in many of the elections as well and I don’t know any leader. I just know those innocent people who died on the eve of 27th December 2007. People like me, people like you.

Chapter 2: Closer to God, Then Ever Been Before

(You can read the next chapter here)


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      Usman 6 years ago

      mate, im impressed. it is fascinating, and of course the strong deep words you used catch every1's attention. Waiting for the other chapter :)

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      Syed Hunbbel Meer 6 years ago from Karachi, Pakistan.

      Thank you everyone for all your appreciations and tracking the whole progress of the story. I am grateful to all of you, for reading my work :)

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      Cindy Murdoch 6 years ago from Texas

      I really liked how you said some things and described some things. For instance, saying "fellow evenings","those utterly cracked and fractured souls" definitely imparted a desolation and a point at which it is almost impossible to return from, and lastly "My eyes witnessed" rather than just saying "I saw". It's almost like giving a testimony to find guilt.

      Another thing that you said rings so true - "there were moments in that when something bad happened - to me and to all of us" - life has a way of handing out both good and bad to everyone. It's just a matter of what you do with it.

      Looking forward to reading more.

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      Paradise7 6 years ago from Upstate New York

      A good beginning to what looks like a real life story.

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      Syed Hunbbel Meer 6 years ago from Karachi, Pakistan.

      @Binaya: It is just 1 chapter amongst 6. I hope you will like it by the end.

      Thanks for stopping by and the appreciation and kind words :)

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      Binaya.Ghimire 6 years ago

      Very few can be said after reading this incomplete story, but looks interesting. I'm quite impressed by your storytelling skill.

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      Syed Hunbbel Meer 6 years ago from Karachi, Pakistan.

      @Subron7: Actually I did not expect many people around here to be aware of the situations and events happened, that is why I made a synopsis first to acquaint everyone of the basic knowledge and to let them thoroughly enjoy this story.

      But I am VERY glad that you know of the events and thus in this way you can relate and understand the theme PERFECTLY. And thanks for the appreciation, and I hope that you'll like all the 6 chapters, and the story by the end. :) Waiting for your further feedbacks :)

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      James W. Nelson 6 years ago from eastern North Dakota

      Good and interesting hub, Hunbbel Meer. I did not recognize you as coming from Pakistan. To me the name came from somewhere in Europe. Yes, change is sometimes hard and sometimes very violent. I read your synopsis to this story. I remember the assassintation of Benatar Bhuttu (sp?) and felt very bad about it. I wish you well, Hunbbel, and look forward to the next part of your story.