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Draft 5 - History narrative, "Neighbours"
Thursday, July 30, 2009/ 7:50 AM
Neighbours.
“I’m sorry Shasa, I have to leave,” murmured the young Tamil orphan who was forced to join the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE) organisation as a soldier. “No! You can come and live with my family and I,” Shasa weeped. “You will be safe.” Badah looked down at the road strewn with corpses and gave Shasa a hurtful reply, “for we are of different races, I cannot implicate you in.” “Badah, please… I beg you…” Shasa pleaded continuosly as Badah ran off. Badah and Shasa, though of different races were childhood sweethearts. They were bonded like a child refusing to leave its mother’s side on the first day of school. Never did they think that they would ever be separated until the day the war broke out. “Shasa! Be quick, come inside now!” Shasa’s parents were preparing to flee Sri Lanka before the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE) raided their home and finish them off. The beautiful Sinhalese maiden cried in her soft gentle voice, “But... mother... I’ve yet to say goodbye to Badah...” Upon hearing what his daughter had said about Badah, Shasa’s father bellowed, “as of today, he is longer a friend of yours! Do you understand?” In the year 1976, the family of three stayed and survived at the basement of their mansion with only bread and water that Shasa’s father would bring back home after his work as an officer in the Sri Lankan government office. It was no longer safe for them to stay above ground when the war between the Sinhalese and Tamil was going on. Suddenly, a loud thud came knocking against the house door. Thud-the sound grew more violent after every few seconds. “Come out now! We know you Sinhalese are inside! Come out!” it was a Tamil man with his typical Tamil accent. Shasa’s father, Jehad fully aware that it was one of the LTTE members trying to raid their home, whispered to his wife, “Don’t make a sound and keep Shasa close to you no matter what happens.” Just then, the door of their house crashed down. Tables, chairs and wooden cupboards were being thrown onto the floor. “I know you are in here! Your fellow neighbour has exposed you, ” the Tiger hollowed. “You have nowhere to run now!” Shasa thought to herself. Could it be Badah who actually exposed her family and her? Why would he even do that? Where was he now? While Shasa was still in her deep thoughts, Jehad climbed out of the basement with no fear in his eyes, claiming that he was the only Sinhalese here and no one else. “Oh, it’s that high-ranking officer from the Sri Lankan government body!” the round fat Tamil man commented with a smirk on his face. “You Tamils have no citizenship rights here in Sri Lanka,” said Jehad. “I suggest you eat the humble pie, pack your bags and leave Sri Lanka right this instance.” The Tamil shocked at Jehad’s comment, laughed, “look who’s talking, you shall never get to see us gaining victory now.” Suddenly, what seemed to be a trigger sound by a rifle was followed by an eerie silence. |