UNCHAINED

The walls were tall the room was small, the darkness of the walls owned the room. Sunlight crept from a small window which was barely big enough for some fresh air to get admission to this small prison cell. It was dark in all angles except for the small ray of sunlight which entered from the small window in the wall. Four walls along with an iron door ensured the security of the room. The walls looked damp and the door rusted yet held its bonds strong. The prison cell stood proudly as it stood for ages imprisoning generations of men and women. But now this prison cell was taken resident by a man In his mid 20s. He wore an almost entirely torn off-white shirt and white shorts, with stains all over them. One could say they were more brown or black than white, but they once used to be white. They camouflaged him in the dark. Bruises covered his face and body. A dirty old beggar looked better than him. The darkness and the loneliness has consumed him. Covered in dirt and his own fears he crawled in a corner of the room away from the small stream of sunlight which enters the room in a steep angle from that small window. The beam Invited him to the small yet somehow pure light which entered the room but he politely refused every time. The prison room was not the only thing which bounded him to his doomed fate, Large chains which could trap an elephant were tightly bounded around his arms such he could not move more than a few feet from where he was. Occasionally a rat would visit his cell to deprive him of his loneliness for a small time. The stink in the room and himself attracted flies to the room yet even they would not stay long in this fowl place. The iron door of the room would open in half once everyday, a few hours after the sun rises. This is the time when the prisoners are forced to wake up and eat. A splash of water more stinkier than sewage would be thrown at him forcing them to wake up from the world of dreams where he had at least a little peace. Then a plate of food -Can one possibly call this food, not even rats who travel the prison dare touch these plates- is thrown into the cell. The plate would stay in one corner of the cell almost every time away from the corner where the prisoner stays. Then he has to struggle with his chains just to reach this poison called food. The poison which keeps them alive in this man- made hell.

***** The sun rose from the east with a mighty look on her face. Then her children who were called light started journeying the Earth. Some of them ran to see the vast sees, Some of them to see the mighty mountains and the others in places of beauty all around the world, yet one of them chooses to visit a dark place,in good intentions to spread his mothers purity. He chooses to visit the prison cell, to bring some hope to the hopeless, some light to the darkness and some life to the lifeless with difficulty he crawls through the window of the cell. As he spreads his small but bright light into the room a bucked of stink and hate is splashed at the prisoner waking him up from an ambitious dream where he escapes from the prison cell. A stinky food plate slides through the floor of the room into the opposite corner of the cell. He looks at the plate in disgust and despair. A rumbling sound in his stomach starts moving him closer to the plate at the same time his nose moves him away from the plate.. After some struggle with the Chains he manages to reach the plate. The chains try to stops his every attempt to get away from them. Its as if they have created a sick relationship between them. After reaching the plate he takes the plate and crawls back to the corner he originally sat. with chains at ease now he stares at the plate in front of his eyes. The look of the plate disgusts him, but its not much different from how he looked himself. His own stink outweighs the stink of the plate. His hungry belly rumbled again furiously. But he kept staring at the plate. Even the goo like food plate felt pity for him. His face revealed deep frustration it was so clear even through the several layers of dirt which covered his face. He was desperate and needed an escape. As light kept staring at him, as he started to break. It was enough he had no reason to live and not like this at all. Yet he had no way to die tightened strongly by chains there was so little he could do. He looked around he could not see much in the darkness, but the sight of every wall disgusted him, frustrated more than