"Escape"

Before him, a little waterway was streaming smoothly; it was too minimal like a stream. Enough time it has a piece measure of water yet these days because of a weighty rainstorm season it is loaded up with a lot of water which was streaming smoothly. It was an exceptionally short part where water was streaming, in any case, its encompassing there was tremendous void dry land. Close to it, far away, there was a tremendous forest. He knew whether he crossed the woods then he can undoubtedly flee from here. But it was so hard to cross the woodland. He was just permitted to go on the rooftop; he was unable to go anyplace else. Wherever soldiers were standing and guarding, watching out for him. At whatever point he goes to the rooftop he makes a plan for getting away. He was unable to go anywhere outside of the prison. The prison is a major house, and he lived alone in this entire house. All-around the house, watches were remaining there, and that zone wherein he was carrying on a melancholy territory someplace which he didn't have the foggiest idea. It was only his conjecture on the off chance that he would cross the waterway and the woods, then possibly he could arrive at his home. However truly, he didn't realize which spot would be after the woods. It was the fourth month for him in this prison. He remembered every one of his allies had been executed, just he was left, he assaulted alone on the foe, and showed extraordinary grit. He is prevailing in his objective. The objective of their battalion was to destroy the weapon depot, yet the entirety of his allies was executed. He could run effectively from there if he wanted, yet, he assaulted alone on his adversaries and demolished their terminal. He got a ton of injuries; luckily, he endures yet lamentably captured by his foes.

 

Presently he is in prison. There were open fields all around just as far as the eye could be seen. There was no guard inside the house, just entered a solitary man in the house during a period of lunch or supper. In the beginning, when he came to this place, he was tortured a lot by his enemies, yet he demonstrated bravery again and didn't tell them any secret of his army. Maybe this is the reason they didn't ask him any longer. They likewise permitted him to go to a rooftop. Perhaps the reason is that they accepted he was unable to escape from here. And that was valid, because it was a desolate region far away somewhere, and he didn't have the foggiest idea where he was. Since when he came there he was swoon and a great deal of injured. He didn't see anything. It was his foe's country and he was alone in this area. He guessed from the rooftop, there were a couple of more houses or military enclosures of officers at the front side of the house. So it could be an opportunity of getting away from the posterior of the house where the stream and timberland were. He knew it's extremely hard to arrive at the stream and woodland. Numerous guards totally would be there and would monitor.

 

"Escape", he uttered the word escape and smiled,

 

He recollected, when he attempted to escape from his home in his adolescence, his father beat him a ton. He needed to visit another city with his friends however his father didn't permit him. Then he attempted to run however was gotten by his dad. For two days his father prisoned him in a room for punishment. His mother used to pass by his room, pretending that she came here for some work. However, she didn't open the door because of the dread of his father. He knew that all. Furthermore, following two days when he came out, his father gifted him a bike that he had liked and requested for it his father ordinarily. He got glad to see his liked bike and disregarded his punishment.

 

He grinned to recall his childhood, now he is also making a plan to escape, but he knew this time if he was arrested, absolutely would be killed because it was not his childhood and on the opposite side wasn't his dad. They were his most exceedingly terrible and savage adversaries.

 

Presently the downpour began. There was a little shadow of a little shelf; he sat under it in the shadow. A little water hole became on the floor, he saw his reflection in the mirror of the water. He saw his face after a lot of time. His hair was raised enough due to not running a scissor on it for months. His face was filled with a long beard. He recalled his little meager mustache, unwittingly his hand gone onto his mustache. He twisted it with his hand like he kept twisting it commonly.

 

"I like your thin mustache; I always liked men with a mustache. When I saw you the first time I glanced on your mustache for enough time."

 

" hahahahaha, you liked my mustache, you just liked my mustache. You loved and chose me just to see my mustache." He had laughed for a long time when she said that to him.

 

"You get lost, I didn't mean to say this, I mean…"

 

  He laughed again; she didn't complete her word and got up from her chair.

 

"Array, array… where are you going? Finish your coffee first."  He tried to sit her back.

 

“No, I wanna go home."

 

"Okay, alright, but first listen to me, I wanna talk to you seriously."

 

"Ok, quickly say" she sat again.

 

“Well, listen, I'm going to a secret mission for a few months."

 

“Where?"

 

"I said, it's a secret."

 

"No, you can't go this time, how can you go this time? After a few months, there is our marriage so what would be our marriage?"

 

“We’ll marry after my return; I came to tell you just this today."

 

"Never, you can't go”

 

"My army will send me there, and it's a very important army mission."

 

"But Asif, anyone else can also go"?

She glanced at him with waiting eyes.

 

"No one other can go, it's an army order."

She felt disappointed to listen to his reply.

 

It had stopped raining. He has almost three months to come here. "Maybe my army and my family didn't know I'm alive and in prison. I should escape soon." He thought of escaping again because he knew they wouldn't let him go back. He has to run.

 

Darkness started to give the message of the evening. He came down the roof. Right now a man will come to give him food. He lay down on the floor, thinking about his running.

 

 

The following morning when he got up, he heard the news from a man who came to give him food.

 

"Today it will be a function, all of the men busy in the function.

 

"Which type of function?" He asked the man.

 

 "Every year they celebrate a function which runs the whole night. I don't know the reason for this celebration." A man told him. They talked with each other a little bit sometimes. A man told him about himself one day, he lived in Burma. He is also a soldier but one day he caught and until now he is here from the previous five years.

When he went, Asif thought if he attempted to run today it could be advantageous for him. Since everybody would be occupied in the capacity he gets an opportunity to get away. His brain was thinking rapidly. He climbed onto the rooftop and inspected everything. He discovered one spot where he can without much of a stretch get down from the rooftop.

 

A night came; he did his dinner and climbed up silently, looked around, examined everything, and got down the roof. His heartbeat raised, a fear came, just touched his heart and gone, because he is a soldier, he was used to these moments. Finally, he reached down, saw around everywhere, and headed eventually towards the river. When he reached close to the river he heard a voice of footsteps. He lay down on the ground and hid in the bushes. He was crawling towards the river in the bushes. Everywhere was complete silence except a sound of water flowing was coming. Then he heard another sound of footsteps again. He got out his head a little from the bushes to see the sound of footsteps. The footsteps were of a man who was a guard. Asif reached eventually, very carefully close to the man. He hid in the bushes silently and waited. When a man came very close to him he jumped on him from his backside and grasped him tightly. In a few seconds, he broke his neck. He left him there and headed towards the river. He saw his four sides and got down the river slowly. He crossed the river quickly and reached another side. Now here was a large dry sandy land, which he had to cross soon. He was crawling on sandy land. He wanted to reach in the jungle as soon as possible and wanted to take the benefits of darkness before dawn. Suddenly he heard a sound from his back. He stopped, maybe they had known about his escaping. He was trying hard to reach the forest in the darkness. There were no bushes, not even a single leaf of grass, just dry open land. He couldn't hide anywhere. Voices were going to increase at his back. They were coming close and close to him.

 

Finally, he reached the woodland, but when he got up and stepped in the forest, gunfire came from his back. It injured him. His leg got injured. He dropped; another fire came and hit his arm this time. He got up in difficulty and tried to run. Gunfires continuously was passing over his head and around him. But he kept continuing his walk. After some time, another fire hit on his back; he dropped, and couldn't get up again.

 

“Escape" he uttered, he remembered his childhood escape, and he smiled.