I still remember it clearly like it was yesterday, his smashed skull, burnt being glaring in my mind. sometimes I feel like I hear him whispering my name.
It’s been three years now; three years since I witnessed this gruesome act, his eyes bloodied, head swollen. I’ve never seen a thing like it before, honestly.
It was completely beyond my expectation.
Standing among the fifty plus children, that were screaming and praising the men, I was shrouded, frozen and bewildered.
I needed to speak, but I couldn’t, it seems like I was stroke with speech impediment suddenly, my hands was shivering.
In my dumbness, I heard voices, they were screaming burn him alive, burn him! burn him!
The voices was so loud that it resonated, suppressing the voices that were pleading for him to be spared.
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