My Conflict creative piece:
Prompt: ‘It is not actions, but intention that dictates whether one is moral or immoral during time of conflict’
Main text/source:" A Separation" Film
It was late August on Wednesday, when the inevitable happen. It was inevitable, because I have kept a secret that toiled with my family’s lives. A secret that no human would ever understand, it was a supernatural of some sort but it was nothing of the common like a werewolf, vampire or a banshee. That kind of secret becomes a threat when you live in a society where terrorist groups take over your government. They threaten our lives everyday, even in such a small town in Afghanistan they still rule us.
Like I was saying, on that Wednesday it was the day I witnessed the deaths of the people I've loved most. My Momma had just given birth to my little brother Choji. A few hours after his birth, Momma told me to go get the silver pot to boil some water. As I leave, I hear two men of the terrorist group barge in yelling at my Momma. I ran into the closet and locked it as Papa always told me to do when they come. My heart was pounding so loud that I thought it would rip me open, and then I hear gunshots. It was two gunshots. I hear them leave and go out of the closet being wary of them, I walk back into the main area and see Momma with her eyes open not moving. I move closer and see the bullet in her head. I fall to the ground, bursting into tears not a single word coming out from my mouth. I look over her shoulder and see my little baby brother dead, a bullet to the head. They took the lives of the people who protected me. I should of protected them, I have power and I am invincible against them. Fuming, I feel the urge to kill them. I wanted to kill them all for what they have done; the lives they have ruined. I could kill them, if I had the ability to control my power but anger spread through my body. I wanted to to avenge my family.
I stormed outside of the house, feeling like I've been stabbed a thousand times but I was fighting the feeling to ceasefire. I had every intention to kill them. I was ready. I could feel the power coming through but I stopped as one of them pointed their gun and cocked it. It was like I couldn’t move, every part of my body was resisting. The gun wasn’t pointed towards me; it was pointed towards my father. One of the armed men grabbed me from behind, holding my head and forcing me to watch my Papa be murdered. They all laughed and started to spit on him. I wanted to stop them, I tried to get my powers to come through but they didn't come through. He looked at me like he wasn’t scared, he mouthed the words “I love you” and from then on it become like a slow motion scene in a movie. The armed men began to yell, and then bang. He was dead.
I was thrown on to the ground and was spat on. The anger started to come back and I wanted to compel the power to come out. Taking one last look at my dad, I took all the anger I had and compelled the power out of me onto the armed men. It was the first time I ever felt invincible, I felt as if I could easily rip their dark, soulless hearts out. I would create forcefields around their heads, in a spherical shape so that they couldn’t breathe. Witnessing every last one of them suffer gave me relief. I watched them one by one, seeing their faces turn blue from the lack of oxygen they consume. Then it was done. I killed them, not all of them but those who were their at the time. My intention wasn’t to kill but it just worked out that way I guess. Once the power stopped, I felt dizzy and light headed. I noticed blood dripping from my nose. I fell to the ground like I had collapsed but I was still awake. My body was weak, all I wanted to do was lie down. I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I discovered myself in the back of a truck along with the dead bodies. To which I saw my parents and my baby brother. I didn’t want to move, so I stayed put. I just kept thinking, is this what I was meant to do. Not only did I lose my family, I lost my home. I acted to avenge my family but it also left me homeless. However, this could be my chance to start fresh in a new life. My father always preached to me about aiming high and making a living outside of Afghanistan. This was my chance to act upon his teachings. I’d have to live with the memory of murdering people but I have to keep telling my self it was for revenge and that it was okay; because these were bad people and they deserve to live in hell.
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