Morning with a dimmer brightness of sun. I think the sun was sick; that's why the light is so dim and it's being dimmer. All of a sudden, a boy said, 'Oh!' Wow, look at that. There is a second sun. No, my mistake; it's 3 suns. All people's attention goes there; they looked at the sky. The boy was right; there was a bright light like a sun, but it wasn't a sun, nor was it a moon. It was an "Air Rockets". The sun wasn't dim, but Rocket was brighter, i.e., coming towards us. Within seconds, it was going to reach the land, and there would be a big blast. Okay, that's the end of the story for today. Go and get some sleep; the story will be continued tomorrow.
John "No way, you can't say that, please. Tomorrow is a holiday, and I am totally free for tonight. So, please continue the story. Grandfather: "Discipline is the key to success." You should maintain discipline in your life, so go get some sleep. Now, John became speechless and went to sleep. He tried to sleep, but he was unable to get to sleep because of the queries of stories in his mind. Again, he revisited the grandfather's room and said, "Tomorrow morning you should continue the story." Then he went to sleep. The grandfather, with a big smile, said, "Sure, my heart."
("In the morning"). Knock Knock, "Grandfather, open the door; it's 6 am. You are late," by John.
(The grandfather opens the door.)
(All of a sudden, John jumped on Grandfather's bed and requested him to narrate the story.)
Grandfather: "Where was I in yesterday's story?" John: "Someone sends the rockets, and it is going to blast in the land". Ooh! Yeah, when they all saw that rockets were very near, they all started to panic and started to run here and there. I, with my friends' circle, tried to take people from that place, but we were unable to do that. In a few seconds, the rocket hits the land, and a big explosion occurs. In different places, different types of destructive blasts occurred, and many people lost their lives. A rocket reaches near me and hits on the ground, but fortunately, God blessed me; it doesn't blast, but due to being in a panic, I lost my control, my eye got closed, and I lay down to land. A continuous up to 30 mins of different types of blasts occur, and all of a sudden, the whole environment becomes silent.
Only a few people survived from that attack, and I am also one of them. When I opened my eye, I saw a beautiful city become/turned into ashes and a dump yard. The jungle was burning, and till that time, no military or civil personnel were present to help us. As soon as I open my eye, I run to see my parents and friends. When I reached my home location, there was neither a location nor my home. My house was badly destroyed and some part was still burning; I started to search for my family in that place. My eye was full of pain and tears, and along with that, my heart was so loud and fast while throwing bricks and searching for them. After removing many bricks, I saw a hand with a locket. It was my mom. I touched her hand, I heard the heartbeat, and as soon as I heard that, I quickly used my full power started to remove bricks which covered my mom's full body.
After removing almost more than 15 bricks and some cement blocks, I saw her face. Her face was totally damaged. Eyeball was busted, nose was broken. In short, the whole face was damaged. When I removed more bricks, I saw her body, which was badly injured where muscles were separated from bones and some bones were in many pieces. That was new for me, and I vomited there by looking at her condition. Then keeping her aside, he started to search for Father and Sister. A side of Mother, there were Father and Sister. They were not alive, but I recognised my sister with a chain which was gifted by me because her head was crusted in cement blocks. Father's condition was similar to Mother's condition, but he was not alive.
Mom was unable to see me but felt that someone was there to help, and by using her finger, she was asking for help. As soon as I saw and got realised, I lifted her on my hands and ran for help. But she was very heavy, and I was just a child. I fled down and again tried to lift her, but now there was no hearing of a heartbeat. So, that means she also left me alone. That was a hard time for me in my life. Losing my city and my family and seeing my future and dreams burning within some interval of hours. Now also, when I recall that memory, I get goosebumps.
(John interrupts) John "What about your friends? Have they been alive, or like family, did they also leave you? Grandfather, we were 10 friends in groups, and only 3 are alive along with me. Those who survived in that attack got a rescue after a day of the attack. We were admitted to hospital and saw many people lose their eyes, hands, shoulders and legs. One person was different; his half body was cut off, but he was able to survive and got rescued.
Then I remember my mother used to say, "The world is a movie, and we are the characters of our movie. We are here to perform, and as soon as we complete the role/character, God will cut us off from the movie/drama. But if he/she has more roles than he/she will survive, although he/she has a 10% survival rate, but if your role is finished, then no one will survive, although there will be a 90% survival chance. " I related to that. There were many things to say to my family, but all remains untold. Imagine a 12-year-old boy who is suffering from that much trauma: what he was feeling in his heart and mind but still has hope to survive and live with the eye who wants revenge.
In hospital TV, I got to know the attacker was Velmora (a neighbouring country). Velmora is a big country which has a better economy, better army troops, a large number of army and is stronger in every aspect than our country. Poor your country (Dravencia) can't attack back. Instead of helping other countries, we were forced to do a treaty. We were hopeless and helpless, and for people's survival, respected P.M. agreed to the treaty, and we lost 2/3 of our country. The war was ended with an agreement, but that wasn't an end...