The Independence Rebels

The Rebellion

The night's frost hadn't yet cleared the road when I arrived at my destination, a tall, beautiful mansion on a well-built street. As I waited for a guard in the front of the mansion to call Commander Kashif, I thought of how I will explain the situation to him. I straightened up when I heard the door open. I saw Commander Kashif emerging from behind the door. He has his usual look on his face, determined and kind.

I greeted him with a cheerful voice," As-salaam Alaykum."

"Wa Alaikum as-Salam, Neela. What are you doing here alone at night?" He asked me with a puzzled look.

I quickly recounted about why I was here, from the start about what I saw tonight and how I wanted help from him.

"I was hoping you could give me some guns," I said in a hopeful voice.

"Neela, do you know what will happen if your dad finds out? He will not be happy." He replied with an uneasy voice.

"Please Commander Kashif, I really need it. I can't stand how the Indian police officers are treating the Kashmiris."

After a lot of convincing he gave me some weapons.

"Thank you Commander Kashif, I really appreciate your help."

"Neela, do you know what you will do now?" Commander Kashif asked me.

"I will protest and I will try to convince the Kashmiris that I am on their side and that I will help them." I assured him. I told him my plan and asked him to let the Kashmiris know that the protest will be held in town square. It won't be hard for him as he has many contacts.

"Okay. And may Allah help you, Neela."

We shared our goodbyes and I was off to town square. I was thinking about my plan. Will they believe me, the daughter of the person who has killed so many of there people. Even if they do help me, will I be able to stand against my own father? I reached the town square and waited there for people of Kashmir to arrive.

After few hours has passed some Kashmiris made their way to me. There were people of all ages; young and old. Most of them had weapons in their hands. I was so happy that people decided to join me. I told them all my plan about the way we are going to attack. And I handed some weapons.

I and almost a thousand others marched out on the street with weapons, we marched for a cause, we marched with the anger, joy, emotion for ourselves and others. Carrying green Islamic flags and placards reading "Stop Genocide in Kashmir, Wake Up World," young and old people took to the streets in Kashmir.

Around the streets the heavy guns roared. Here and there through Kashmir, machine guns and rifles broke the silence spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Kashmiris and Indian police offices were waging war.

I spotted my father and he was firring on some of the Kashmiris. I made my way to him. When he saw me, his face turned from happiness to shock. I hatted how he was killing people and being happy about it. When I reached him, I pointed my gun to him. Even though he was my father I have to kill him before more people lose their love ones. My fingers were on the trigger and nothing mattered to me than shooting my dad. I pressed the trigger and my dad fell to the ground. The whole world became silent to me as I watched my dad. I heard people cheering which told me we won. Even though we won the battle, this was not end of war. This was just the start.