Everything around him was about to get deadly dark, when he saw something dark green in color with a white bar, a white crescent in the centre and a five-pointed star; Pakistan's Flag.
Energy flourished in his body. He was desperate to cross the LOC. Forgetting all the agony he ran....
He was about to cross the line when he fell down. There wasn't a single drop of strength left in his body but still he got up.
He remembered faces of his dead fellows, somewhere, far down... there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.
Finally, he got where he was meant to.
He reached his destination, but he wasn't there where he thought he was. He was shouting
"PAKISTAN ZINDABAD"......"PAKISTAN ZINDABAD""......"PAKISTAN ZINDABAD"
But his voice wasn't reaching anyone, then he realized that he had been martyred.
He was alive but not as a body anymore but as an emotion. His soul had reached the country but his body was left somewhere far behind.....
Heard it from childhood that
'Martyreds are never dead, They are alive, And always will'
***As SIKANDER Is***
YOU ARE READING
THE LIVING SOULS
AdventureBe Brave! Be Brave! Be Brave! These words echoed in his head. "I can't give up now, I can't. I'll be a pride for my country" He thought. He took a deep breath and tried to get up. The physical pain he...
