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Oh God, why am I here; a little tiny dark room with a stingy smell and horrific look? Snaky chains captured my feet, arms, and the neck. Tortures on the way, hunger from the previous day, and tremendous tiredness beyond to say were forcing all of my limbs to fall apart; apart from my desire to survive. Within my inner and outer existence, I felt subconscious sufferings. It was as if a huge innocent tree was uprooted by the tough terrific tornadoes, flown it over the dark misty clouds, and thrown it dead to the hard barren island. Just before I went consciously disconnected from my gloomy environment. I laughed about my power and said, “How powerful am I against my native, patriotic, and powerful god?"

Thanks, God. My wife has got cured. She looked for a job knocking shops to shops over the weeks. Kindness came out of someone’s heart, and thus she got one; sweeping the front of the shop twice a day, cleaning the racks, and stocking goods on the empty shelves. Few days later she got a similar job the next door. She could run the family to survive with basic needs. She also had been saving some money to set me free from the prison.

Six months later, when she had an honourable savings to go to the city lawyer, she planned to leave clearly along with the children.

Six o'clock in the morning. The whole world was about to wake up. The sun did not even clearly rise up. Horizon was still in dilemma of snowish darkness and the mingle of bleak-golden-dull-brassy-promising sun of the day. Journey of a new day was about to start to accelerate a forlorn hope to get their home-sun back.

As they packed up the required things the night before, they just woke up and set off for the city. She did not have enough money to spend on transportation. Finding no other alternatives, they started a straight journey across the hilly-bushy-thorny mountain footpaths. Sometimes, they had to create their own ways while moving forward. Nature was flooded with bluish, greenish, and reddish plum blossoms, eryngium giganteum, opuntia, diverse types of cactus, thorn apples, tribulus terrestris, wingthorn rose, mysore thorns, and crown of thorns. They were very soothing to eyes, but for them it was a daunting doable task to go across. As they marched on, wild thorny flowers and plants started challenging and snagging them with their rough prickles, spines, and thorns to send them back home. Toxic alkaloid spines and thorns had already poked them and injected poisons into their skins before they reached even half way through. However, they were extremely benign and caring to them.

My little daughter could not walk through those lovely thorny ways. She did not realise the importance of that heart-breaking journey. However, she understood something she had been missing for days and nights. She knew what the journey was about at least. “We are going to dad,” she said. Being happy and joyful in heart, she picked up one of the young red roses to celebrate her desire. She became damn tired walking. Her mum carried her all the way through.

No sooner had they reached down to the mountain to go across, than they became dog-tired. Smell of blood started hovering over their surroundings, which led them to think of the fear of vultures. Amidst the tiredness, they looked at the beauty of the plum blossom. Wheezing, huffing, and yawning! Energy boosted up in them to climb up the unfriendly rocky mountain using an unsecured vine ladder. They ascended on the terrifying cliff. I was looking towards them through the cell window of the prison. Closing my eyes, I thought I could not endeavour to bear that free rein of joy to meet them. Woe is me. They’re not there. Don’t worry, my chained life.

They descended to the other side of the mountain valley. They had some light breakfast down to the valley and resumed for another adventure. On the way, they found themselves surrounded by a wide wetland. There were no boats for the trip. My son was very creative, I know. My beloved son! He went to the bush, collected some dry tree log trunks, and made some ropes out of yucca plants to assemble them like a boat. Two flat thin logs were with them to row the boat. Normally, it should take two hours to reach down to the city, but due to their immense love and determination to rescue me from the down streams of the prison, they made it possible in an hour.

They reached to the door of the lawyer with tiresome bodies and uncouth appearances as if wounded war guys had appeared out of nowhere of the world. They were called inside. At first, he felt pity. However, they had to pay the consultancy fees. Upon hearing everything, he refused to take the case against the government. Since they came across that perilous journey with hopes and aspirations, such a hopeless response made them terribly sad.

Woooooooooing…… Sounds came from the cell gate. Sounds of the boots, and then strong kicks and voices, "Wake up, you demon sleeper! Get ready to enjoy day one." My eyes opened from a deep sleep of that dream. I could not endure that dream would be so unrealistic. My heart melted in mourning at that loss.

With my face down on the floor, I looked at the horrible looking ferocious armed officer. I could not boost my energy to prepare myself to enjoy more tortures for the day.