I remember myself escaping
through a narrow dark and dimly lit alley that exactly led nowhere but kept
coming back to the same place as if in the confusing labyrinth. The effort was
futile I knew but the fear of being caught by the vicious predator kept me to
my feet- running! I was panting but running still.
Amidst the darkness, a prisoner,
making a breakout like me, was caught and was beaten till his skull got
punctured and died there of severe haemorrhage. So coward was I that I found
myself staring at the poor man or rather a comrade in this battle of escape,
being beaten mercilessly to death from a safe distance.The bleeding sight stroke me with nausea. In my entire life I had never- till the moment- seen
people die in front of me. The fear born in me then was overriding than the
nausea so I kept running again.
Time seemed to have flown away
without my knowledge for I don’t remember how I reached to another inferno. But
there I found myself witnessing again even fiercer scene; massacre and random
butchering of the women and children. With common fatal strike by the killers,
the heads were smashed open by heavy hammers and the atmosphere was filled up
with the smell of the ignited matchstick. Someone then said that it’s the odour
of blood flowing out from the head. Human heads though tough as protected by
cranium, is still the Achilles heel. A fatal blow on it and the life is done
away. Moreover, the savage assassins were justified as trained killers with
that weapon. I wondered then how they dared to despise life that way.
To astonish me, a girl of around
my age, shrieked as she was pulled away right under my nose by a burly man. He
looked cruel of all the killers. He hit her on the fragile temple by his
monstrous heavy club. Blood oozed out from her head and the atmosphere was
again filled with the dirty smell of lighted matchstick. Pulling her by her
hair, he checked her impulse. Assured that she’s dead, he went on his business
again- hitting randomly and smashing heads and cracking the skulls as he trampled
them under his feet and spitting on the lifeless corpses.
Amidst the darkness and the dark scenes, I
heard a familiar voice that dissipated my fear but increased my worry all the
same- it quivered each time I saw the extinguished life collapse to the ground.
A hand pulled me by my shoulder and I traced the sound to my mother. I was
flabbergasted by her presence.
“Why are you here in this unsafe
place mother?” I asked her upon which she answered: “to take you home. It’s not
good here.” She put her finger on her pursed lips to gesture me to keep
silent.
A modern cop on surveillance then
got frenzy and began shouting. I was taken aback when he joined the assassins
in killing the civilians. As he cracked open the heads, I felt carnivores blood
flowing in his veins. Perspiration rolled as blood from me as I trembled,
fearing the demented cop may sense my blood too. Feudal lords' regime would
have been no different to this.
A devilish knock from the cops
club killed a guy who struggled but to no success. He swung the weapon towards
me and I woke up!
Below, the cooks were chopping
something for breakfast and they had already built a fire. Austere Lord Buddha
with his halo of enlightenment and in the composure of eternal bliss, on the
wall consoled me. On my table was a New Testament; I left on the page where
Herod conspires to kill the little Jesus and where he, upon discovering that
he’s been outwitted, goes on killing infants randomly. It seems that a page
from the Holy Bible had flown in my dream. All I saw was a nightmare only.
Thank you, Lord; nightmare was a
dream only though a terrible experience.
