Young Writers Society

“It was the night when everything got changed, No one believed. It was like a haze which covered us all, but now the time has come”.

I work as a medical assistant at the state’s working camp. Every day, I have to attend hundreds of patient I don’t know how they got hurt. Even their wounds are fresh. I tried every medicine and cure, but it looks like someone keep scratching or hurting them. I was always curious to know what kind of work they do behind these walls. Once, I tried to enter into the working area but guards stopped. It is an exhausting job, the camp looks like an industrial camp with breeze of dust and loud noises of machines.

I’m from a wealthy upper state family, my great grandfather worked under the tsar and my father. Being under the secretariat of the tsar, it’s very dangerous job. My grandfather died in the same place, we never got the reason of his death. But my family assured to be in wellbeing and provided every amenity. That’s how my father also ended up working under the same position. I have always seen a fear on my father’s face. He never spoke much about it but we knew. He never wants me to work under the same condition, so he send me out states to study medical sciences. He always cared for me. He never wanted to talk about work. He always tried to send me away from me. I was brought up in out states and completed my higher education in out states. It was very hard for me to be away from my family, I just want to return to my family. So, I chose to be a medical assistant in upper state’s camps. First, my dad was upset, but now he just accepted it.

Now, I knew why he always wanted me to be away from upper states. It’s a place of fake lights and luxury. Our state established with the coming of great Tsar-I with the notion of brotherhood. But it never stands on its principle. The government is centered on a single-family. He took over the highest position and keep passing to his heirs. The people have suffered a lot, especially the lower state. The people of our state divide into region basis – upper state, outer state, and lower state. Upper state region have higher government officials and celebrities, the outer state has people which are instructed to cultivate raw material for manufacturing and industrial processes and lower state uphold the working class of industries and factories, all carrying out menial jobs.

This government reflects itself as democratic and stands for people. In all international forums, it reflects as a government for their people and it always cared for people. But everyone knows that it’s all fake and just build up fo international community. NO FREEDOM OF SPEECH, NO FREEDOM OF DISSENT, NO FREEDOM OF CHOICES. This is their actual narrative of a free world. There is no opposition, every single person opposing Tsar is either killed or put behind bars. I remember an incident when a student in my school is abducted only for reading a foreign dialect and he never returned. This is a state of many such forbidden people who never returned. This is the reason everyone just kept doing their job without questioning and resisting. The tsar keep feeding us his monopoly and imperialism through media, books, and institutes glorifying him and his family.

Last week, there was a protest in camp. I didn’t know why they were protesting for, but their crippling voices weren’t able to reach the palaces and got crushed by their heavy boots. After that incident there was unrest in the camps, their fights with guards were common and the number of patients had been increased significantly.

This protest somehow reached to streets, the same people start protesting outside the camps. The death of a child labor triggered the protest. The whole of the lower state, came out on the street and protested against the tsar. Soon they were all crumbled by the brutal forces. Total of 50 deaths but no one bothers, we all forgot. The poor are the pillar for the state but no one cares about them. They born as an insect and crushed under the feet of riches.

The unrest was settled and the streets were brought to silence once again. The same crowd is back on street heading towards the rat race.

The third day after the protest, I was in camp and casually walking behind the trails. There I heard some people talking about something big is going to happen and the BLAST and So. I just ran away from that place I told the whole thing to guard. They were such douchebags, they mocked the whole thing and told me to focus on my work. Such rascals, I consider them as the individual having the lowest I.Q.

I tried to get some information from one of my patients. He told me that there is a group of underground protestors in the upper state who had returned to take revenge for their people. They were planning a blast in tsar’s palace. The first word that came out from my mouth is “what!” I was just wandering there why he revealed this to me. I asked him “why you are telling me?” This is a terrorist attack, I asked him again “are you involved in this?” He muttered and asked me to write to officials to warn them and begged me to keep his name out of this.

I got so scared, I was involved in terrorist activity. I knew that the only punishment for such activity is execution. I took an early leave from the camp hospital and went home. I was hiding my face and body like I’m some suspect. I ran to my building and looked my doors. I don’t know what to do? I grabbed a pen and paper. I wrote an anonymous letter to the secretariat and warned them about the blast.

This one letter cause great chaos, the whole upper state was shut. There were underground raids in the tunnel and all potential suspect's houses. By the evening, a piece of news was spread that the tsar is shifted to some safe house away from the palace. Hundreds of lower state houses were burnt, people were jailed just in evening. Among this whole chaos, I locked myself and wrapped my body in sheets. I tried to sleep but I was shivering so badly. I kept laying on the bed and eventually fall asleep.

It was at 3 AM. An official phone alert woke me up. It says "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON". I cleared my eyes and there were hundreds of other messages from random numbers. "It's a beautiful night tonight. Look outside”, every number with the same message. I was confused “What the hell is this drama?”

I walked out on the street and everyone was on the street with their cell phones in hand. Then I looked towards the moon, the blazing fire just below the moon. It was the Parliament building just below the moon burning down to its knees.