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The Last Hero

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She started speaking…

Just like many lucky kids, I also can say proudly that my father is my hero. When does “a just another father” turns a hero? It does not demand any special cinematic scenes or a formidable villain to make our man a hero.

I started feeling a hero in my father when he took a stand against the most fearful character in my life. Well, that was the time I started going to school and that character is my teacher Stella, who used to give all the scary assignments on the 2 lined and 4 lined note. I compared that horror of writing 2-3 pages of homework to eating spinach. On Spinach’s case my mother takes the teacher’s place and always insist me to eat them complete. I had no choice because even my father supports her.

But the choice was with me, when it comes to my homeworks. I felt it so tough to complete 2-3 pages and submitted my half done assignments to Teacher-Stella. Gone the day one, day two of her advices and finally she called up my parents to complain against me. 

It was the day my hero emerged. My father reached school and listened to the teacher’s complaints. He advised teacher-Stella that she should allow me some time to pick up writing speed and give less assignments. My father backed me. That angered her and she yelled at my dad that he was careless about his child’s future.

My father turned towards other kids and asked openly “Hey Kids, do you like homework?”. Even I didn’t expect that and we all kids remained silent. Of course, we were at our LKG and our teacher was standing just before us; how could we answer!

“Do not worry, Stella Miss won’t say anything, you can tell” my father insisted us to reply. I was the first girl to raise my hand and say “No”, then a few other kids joined me and then the entire class. I could still remember the reaction on teacher-Stella’s face. 

My father smiled at her. She went on to advise him, “See, this is not the way, which kid  like to do the homework. After all, it’s just 3 pages and takes 10 mins to complete. You should understand and do not encourage kids like this”.

He took my 4 lined note and the assignment “A for Apple, B for Ball, C for Cat” was still incomplete. He gave it to her and asked “Miss Stella are you right or left?” 

“Right!” She replied with a question in her eyes. 

“Fine, then, you take a pencil and try completing these 3 pages in 10 mins, but with your left hand” my father challenged her.

She smiled “Ha ha.. Are you kidding me?”

“No, I am serious, just take it easy. Try once” my father smiled back.

She tried as my father told and she started writing with her left hand. God! She wrote exactly same as how we used to write. The letters wobbled, there are waves and every letter was like Kurkure chips. We all laughed when my father shown it to us, so as the teacher-Stella. 🙂 She could not complete even a single page with neatness. 

She needed no explanation that our tender fingers and her unpracticed left hand faced the same hurdles. My father won that day and homeworks were reduced. Not just alone for me, but for the entire kids.

That day he became my hero.

And today he has become a hero of this entire nation. I may not know what terrorism is all about, I am just a Sixth Class student giving this speech before you. But I am sure you all know what violence and terrorism is all about. I am sure about what a gun is, what a bomb is and what happens when it is fired. They tried to do the same on that school bus. Why they tried to kill school kids? I hope you can find any sense out of it, Can you? No? Right? Yes, I am also unable to find any justice in killing innocents.

My father was not a bomb squad expert. All he could do was to take that bomb and run as far as he could away from the school bus and kids. He did that so well. He saved everyone. But there was no Hero to save my father’s life from that bomb.

But I do have a message to the Terrorists “Thanks for making my Father a Hero in million of hearts, before he was a hero in just a single heart and I request you all terrorists to let my father be The Last Hero”. 

Thank you all.

She completed addressing the crowd and the national media, filling millions of eyes with tears and gratitude. There she goes along with her mother to collect the Bravery Award for her Father and her Last Hero.

- Written by Din

Submitted at WEP : What comes to mind for the March WEP challenge – Through the eyes of a child? Rewriting a passage from a child’s POV? A montage of images through the eyes of a child? A poignant or exhilarating poem? A non-fiction piece told from a child’s POV? The possibilities are limitless!

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A Sad Love Story : Are we True like this?

 

It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. A flock of birds was spending great time searching for food and playing on the main road. Out of the sudden, a big truck sped through… sad thing had happened again.

Real Love Birds can feel too. Although this bird had already died, another bird flew over to her immediately, just like a family member, unable to accept the truth.

Not long after that, another car stormed in causing the dead bird’s body to whirl with the wind. The spouse noticed the movement. As if she was still alive, he quickly flew beside her again.

Real Love He stayed beside her and yelled like… “WHY ARE YOU NOT GETTING UP!?”

Real Love Unfortunately, she’s no longer able to hear him. In the meantime, he’s trying to lift her up.

Real Love He, of course, was unable to bear the burden. Another car soon passed by. He quickly flew off. Once the car had gone, he came down again.

Real Love Although other birds told him its useless, he never gave up. He was trying his best to lift her up to see her flying again. Another car passed by, her dead body whirled again as if still alive and trying to fly.

Real Love He had used all of his energy, however…

The photographer said he couldn’t shoot any longer. The photographer was so worried that the living bird was going to get hurt by passing cars. So he picked up the dead bird and left it at the roadside. The live one still lingered at a nearby tree as if crying with his singing and refused to leave. Do humans have the same feelings nowadays? I wonder.

Many humans deceive their spouse, cheat on relation, if asked ” They will have a lame excuse of being practical and runs away when problems strikes in life”. The Taste of commitment is known only to those who loves true in soul. These two little birds are proving what love means. The narrator thinks the bird died is a female and the other little one as male, it could be in the other way also. But the point of being true happens irrespective of gender. This is dedicated to all true Soulmates in the world.

Story : Last call of a Soldier-Son : Value Souls

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A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in the battle field. He called his parents from the army base.

“Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me.

“Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”

“There’s something you should know,” the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”

“No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”

“Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.

The grief-stricken parents rushed there and were taken to the mortuary to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who really long for our companionship. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are or beneficial to us.

Thankfully many of us are blessed with someone who won’t reject us under any circumstances. There are many souls who may long for love like the soldier who got dejected and gave up finally. Please love people more and love unconditionally, after all its one time journey life we can travel with everyone. Let it be meaningful.

Courtesy : Unknown Author & Google (Original story was written by an unknown author, based at California, this is an adapted and rewritten version to match the people across the globe)

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN (Please do not miss to View)

“FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN”

This was a six letters story written by Ernest Hemingway once he was challenged to write a story on six letters.

There are so many meanings for this beautiful little story. I just took some time to think on various perspectives. I put myself on their place and try to figure our the meaning. The result was heart touching. I love to share the same with you. Hope you feel and get the message through these pictures.

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.

FOR SALE: BABY SHOES, NEVER WORN

-Words by Din

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