Remember

"Where is your husband?"

I heard someone shouting in the courtyard. I was stirring the pile on the stove. I rushed to the courtyard. It was not evening. Mother was sitting on the patio and washing dishes.

The yard was full of people wearing tatty clothes. The order of addition was increasing. All of them were carrying guns. Some were on the path under the courtyard.

I was scared and reached to hold my mother's face.

"Don't listen, where is your husband?" shouted a fat man looking at his mother as if she was eating him. I became more afraid. However, he was not carrying a gun.

"He is not at home." said the mother slowly. As if someone is listening. His voice was shaking.

Where did he go? It's a forest, isn't it?' he asked again. I was scared seeing that man. Like a monster. His eyes were red. Like a spark of fire.

"I have to go to the city to work." Mother said as if crying.

''He goes to the city; he has gone to the forest to kill us. How long will he run away and now?'' said the fat man in a loud voice. Others were standing. Turning towards them, the fat man shouted, "Ah! Soldiers, what are you looking at? Clean the house.''

As soon as he said that a Hull entered the house. Hull did not come out of the house for a long time. From time to time, there was a sound like some footage. Mother's knees were shaking all the time. And mine too.

We were in the courtyard.

'Sahev! Nothing was found.' A fat person came next to him and said, stretching. Others came down to the courtyard after him.

'Oi, tell your husband to go and surrender quickly. Otherwise, you will have to spend another pill.' The fat man pointed his red eyes at his mother and said, 'He survived today, how long will he live now?' That hull slowly entered the village.

It was almost evening. We entered. Aye! Flour was spilled all over me. The pile sitting on the stove was also spilled all over the floor. All the dishes are also scattered.

Mother looked at them all one by one. She sat on her stomach while making a gesture. My fear was still not gone. The heart was still working. I looked at my mother's face in the bright light of Tuki. Tears were falling from the mother's eyes.

"Mother, who are they?" I asked, sitting next to my mother.

"It's the police." Mother sighed.

"And why do you sing like this?"

What does the dead know? They give pain for no reason.' The mother started to cry even more.

A month later, father came home.

'Ah! Son, come here.' When I came home from school, I did not know that my father had come. I jumped with joy as soon as I heard Bako's speech. Dad, I thought we were safe.

When I reached Dad's side, he was sitting smoking a non-filter cigarette. He was also wearing a dry jacket. Colored. There is also a shoe in the pocket jeep. I like Dad's jacket more than Dad.

"What are you reading?" Dad asked.

I couldn't say anything. I bowed my head and sat. Dad gave me a biscuit.

What was reading? During the tragedy of war. He left home at ten o'clock that morning. Returned home in the evening. The school will open on five or seven days of the same month. Sometimes a Maoist program, sometimes an army police barrack. One knew the other would come.

This is how the school was going.

I didn't really want to go to school. The school looked like a military camp. That night, Ba slept with me. I told Dad all the trouble that the police had come to the house.

He stopped sleeping at home the day after he came. They used to go out after having dinner in the evening. When I woke up the next day, I was working in the house. One day I opened my mouth to my mother and said, "Where do you go at night?"

Even though my mother said she didn't know a couple of times, after I persisted, she told me that Dad goes to sleep in the forest at night. "What time will the police come to the house?"

Although Dad did not stay at home that much, Dad's jacket was always hanging on Pillar's fort.

One day I was alone at home. Mother fair, brother sister where to play gone outside, I am alone at home. I took off my bag and spread the carpet to read. What do you want to read? I entered the house and started looking around.

My eyes fell on Dad's jacket.

Slowly take off the jacket. I rummaged through my pockets. Nothing was found in the pocket of the jacket except a stick of tobacco. Look at the jacket. I really like the jeep in the jacket pocket. I rushed to find the sickle.

After bringing the sickle, cut the jeep and took out the lump. I hung the jacket in a pillar. And ran to play.

In the evening Dad went out after having dinner. A moment later Dad was heard shouting from outside. Ah! mis, it's cold outside, take a jacket.'

Mother took the jacket hanging on a pillar and took it outside. After a long time, the dad called again, "Ah! son, do you want to eat?" Come here.'

Ah! Dad is not gone. I approached my dad.

Pointing his finger at me, he asked, "Who pulled this joke?"

I shook my head saying I don't know. Dad's palm suddenly hit my cheek.

Four, five, six, seven times.

I screamed and cried. After I cried, my mother came out. After seeing me being beaten by the child, my mother threw herself on top of me and hid me in her cough.

Why are you beaten like this? Are you crazy?'' said the mother, looking at the interior.

"Where is the beating. I will give it more punishment." Dad was even more angry.

''Why what does this mean?'' Mother said looking at me.

"Don't look here, this new jacket has been cut and taken out," Dad said sullenly.

Mother looked at the jacket and kept silent. I sat beside my mother and cried.

Do you do this now? Will you become Fatah again? Did I send you to school to learn like this?'' said Dad pulling my ear. I was still crying. Mother removed Dad's hand from my ear.

After taking off his jacket, he went down the path through the courtyard.

Dad's jacket was piled on one side of the generation. Open pocket. There was only a small piece of tobacco falling from his pocket.

Ba had reached a very far place.

I looked at Dad's jacket piled in the corner. The pocket of the jacket is open. How incongruous I felt. The pocket of Bako's jacket and the roof of our house felt the same. Open Suddenly sympathy for the dad came. My cheeks, which were bruised by Dad's beating, were burning a little. Even so, Dad came with great love.

I turned my eyes towards the way I had gone.

His dim shadow was rising above the house on the other side.