“Are we the enemies?” wondered the child to the father.
“No, but we are on their way to possess what they want” replied the father, trying his best to satisfy the questions of his inquisitive child in a way that would agree with a young mind.
“Why don’t we get out of their way? What do they want to possess so bad? And why, father?”
He took a deep breath and answered, “1. People have tried that before which only made the problem worse, 2. A “dathu” and 3. Greed”.
He looked down at the wondering eyes which were trying hard to comprehend, and smiled. They stood looking upon their city. The father was reminiscing his memories of the city, while the child was creating them.
Sadhnagar was a nation enriched with its own history and culture. But more importantly, it was enriched with the exclusive “dathu” that the nature had gifted only to this nation which had surpassed more importance to the people outside, than its customs did. Something had plagued the historical nation of Sadhnagar over the years. The bullets and bombs showered like rain. Death, violence, bloodshed seemed like parts of daily life. One would think getting used to it would make people any less sufferable, but normalising chaos was not the answer. It hadn’t been so for over five years. Many nations came to the rescue from both sides. Each of these nations had their own interests to protect, and each nation felt obligated as human beings to come to aid.
To ask which nation instigated the violence would be wrong since this was an internal conflict. Some nations agreed with the chief executive of Sadhnagar, while others didn’t. The internal conflict was caused by rebellions’ problem with the administration. But the rebellions caused less harm to the administration than they did to their own community. When the rebellions did question the leader of the nation directly, he did not fully agree with all their demands. He followed the way of governing his country by taking decisions for the entire nation. Eventually, the rebellions and their allies were successful in over throwing him. This was achieved two years ago. So everyone questioned why the violence persisted, who carried it on, and what the motive was. While everybody had their own theories and opinions about the cause, the leaders of the nations and Sadhnagar’s successors were more worried about resolving of the issue.
Once where the sounds of celebrations were heard, now roared the sounds of chaos and violence. People witnessed their hometowns, historic places, and all in all, their entire nation crumbling into pieces of dust, rubble, and mutilated bodies. Whether the intentions of the successor of Sadhnagar was to suppress or resolve the issues were not known; he had closer allies with the southern nations and its representatives than the northern nations’ leaders. The northern nations of the world supported the rebellions fight against what they called an “oppressive regime”. Whether the intensity of the oppression was as bad as they propagated, or if the outlaws were prosecuted justly like any other nation would, was interpreted differently by different sides.
By the fifth year of the civil war in Sadhnagar, between administration and rebellions, it was now mostly a blame game between supporters of the rebellion and supporters of the Sadhnagar’s leader. As the war weapons bombarded, shattering the nation’s buildings, lives, and kids, the northern leaders blamed its terrible administration, or interpreted as the plot by the opposite side of southern nations and the southern nations believed it was the doing of the wrongly armed rebels who had no prior plan or goal. After prolonged years, the general public of international community had grown to deem the rebels as armed fools. And they were thought to be armed by the northern nations to overthrow the “oppressive” dictatorship of Sadhnagar and introduce a system where the people had more say in the running of the country. While they played ‘he did it/she did it’ with thousands of lives at stake; death of civilians still remained part of daily life in Sadhnagar. They watched their families, community, and cities thrown apart and torn into pieces. With their memories of the places still deep in their hearts, they started taking refuge at neighbouring nations. Some people welcomed this while others tried to put an end to it. The international community was more involved and concerned with the issue of what was a localised rebellion and unrest of one place or nation because the violence had spread and affected many neighbouring nations. It had resulted in the dislocation of the habitants of Sadhnagar. The international community was torn between humanitarian concerns of fellow mankind and the threat that came along with the spread of war. Some of the people taking refuge still wanted to go back to their nation and wished that the peace would be restored in their native places; and some others took it as an opportunity of new beginnings.
The international peace was also threatened by a group of miscreant-terrorising men that intended to impose their ideology upon the whole world and possess world-domination.
In the light of the chaos, the northern leaders vocally claimed the chief executive of Sadhnagar should be overthrown or “captured”. They were determined to propagate him as a dangerous and vindictive leader. On the other hand, the southern leaders had generally friendlier relations with Sadhnagar and its leaders. Many people from both sides questioned the legitimacy of his threat. People had witnessed what resulted in the execution of Sadhnagar’s leader before. It seemed like the execution of first time caused more problems than it had solved. Many feared what the absence of power would entail; it had caused unrest before, in a nation or territory. Powerful nations had tried to compete for their influence; it created a way for violent groups to take over without a proper government or an executive. In spite of the knowledge of this, the northern forces and their allies were sure about bringing down the successor of Sadhnagar like they did before.
The successor was a former advisor of Sadhnagar’s administration. He had served his country for decades. He had watched the country’s various up and downs before his eyes. He saw his supervisor being publically slaughtered by the very citizens he governed. He knew he wasn’t innocent. But it gave him an eye-opening, new perspective about what he is doing, what his job entailed, and he questioned his entire life. These are the same people whom he is in charge of now. And he remembered his predecessor was an even more viscous leader; “if he couldn’t protect himself, how can I?”
He sought for help and military supervision from the southern states to ensure some security and resistance to the mobs. He had heard about the intentions of the northern states wanting to capture him. He always wondered what he had done that was so deserving of such penalty. The northern states and allies kept propagating him as an evil dictator (a quality he was hardly capable of holding on his own) while the southern states supported him and his country against mob and rebellion violence. As he looked out at the same platform he had once stood on with his child at the start of the civil war, he gazed upon all the ruins of a fallen city he had cherished his whole life. He stood there for a while thinking hard. His predecessor had kept his country prosperous, economically stable, and protected its resources. He had maintained a modernised, wealthy state. Most importantly there was stability in his country. All this went downhill when people were introduced to arms and ammunition. From then on it took the rebels a short time to destroy what his predecessor had “built”. The aerial intrusion would have been the most despicable thing for him to escape from. He still remembers the very sight of his former leader’s execution- he was savagely taken down, slaughtered by his own people while the foreigners helped to track him and provide them arms. While the whole scene still gave him chills, he could never forget what followed. He was disgusted at the smiles in the room. The northern leaders and commanders were gathered. They all had been involved in his supervisor’s assassination. The whole world saw it. They took pride in their victory. “Victory? When was this, their fight?” he mused as he walked through the room. The various dignitaries appointed him as the successor. He was too shocked to react and agreed apathetically. Things didn’t change much after this.
She wiped her tears with her already wet veil. She had finite memories of her father; she didn’t know if he was a good person or not. Nonetheless, she couldn’t digest how cruel, and different the world is from what she had hoped and seen as a child. During the war, she had witnessed atrocities no child should ever have. The bloodbath, her friend in her arms with detached limbs, the blood of her father she washed from the floor with tear filled horror, to name a few. She had campaigned hard throughout her country. She gave speeches that ignited the sparks within the hearts of her people. After the end of her father and his statesmen’s rule, a sense of new euphoria filled the nation of Sadhnagar. She was chosen by the majority of citizens as their leader. She had witnessed far too much in her young life to trust anyone or have faith in anything. All she was determined about now was to do her duty, and do right by her people. She didn’t fully have affection towards all of them either. For her, these people seemed all too innocent or too naïve to think for themselves, to make the right choice. An ideology her predecessors thought too. But this time she was going to be smart about it.