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Dark Traveler

He was born in the East Pakistani city of Dhaka when his parents migrated to Pakistan after the East Pakistan tragedy. He was an innocent little but big dreamer. The innocent child flew away on time. Now that he was young, he had no special interest in education, but his mind was full of technical skills. Even in his childhood, he used to alternate toys and make them into something. He was a young man who loved his family dearly and took care of them. He enjoyed small joys to the fullest. 

He was a very difficult man. But if good education and training were available, it would have proved to be a diamond. He climbed into the hands of the ungodly, a young man like a diamond and then that uncut diamond became a hero one day but a hero who was a hero to some people but in fact he was a villain to the society he did not know what to do. Is? He had deceived himself for the sake of just one man. He had forgotten who he was, why he was there, what the purpose of life was. He had just followed the mirage, inspired by the happy and influential racist slogans. 

The rejected youth of the society had grown up in the midst of economic misery. It is not known how many young people were affected by these deceptive slogans and ruined their future by giving their fortunes in the hands of one person. He wanted to do something. In order to do something, he had to master his field, so he also acquired special skills in his field, the armed struggle, which he considered a war of rights. He could open any weapon in a matter of minutes and bring it back to its original state. From running a car, riding a motorcycle to shooting a weapon, he was second to none. All his close associates and his organizational patrons were acknowledged. At first he was afraid of the police and the police station but with the passage of time the fear of the police came out of his heart and he started having fun with the police. He was just spending his nights and days at home. 

And loved ones and relatives were unaware, they did not know where he goes, where he disappears, no one had the opportunity to know all this, nor did he need to know when the neighboring enemy crossed the border and reached the training camp. He started training other young men in a self-made firing range in a nearby river and said that he had gone ahead of time. Maybe he had blocked the way back with his own hands. The young man drifted away from his family and his idol's wish was to forget everyone except him. Dear relatives and friends were all meaningless. 

Parents and siblings did not stand in his way. Mustashna had vowed not to allow even religion to interfere with the love of "this person" when he was very special. If the struggle had been based on unarmed and non-violence, the ladder of success could never have been climbed so fast. That is why the people who went along in the beginning began to leave the path together. The war that started with other nationalities in the name of rights has now started in the squares and intersections with its own language. The loss on both sides was its own loss. Some people were with the organization only in greed for wealth. 

They made a lot of money. Many people, including the chief, left the country, but many people, including him, who were wholeheartedly with the movement, who had neither greed nor personal goals, were slaves to the order, whether the order came from Pakistan or from abroad. There was no difference in the lives of  However, now the danger had increased because the enemies were now their own. Now the process of hiding began. He went out of the country along with one of his comrades, but returned home trapped in the trap laid by the other party. 

This was the only way out of this controversy. The situation was getting worse day by day. The police and the agencies were sniffing out the workers of the organization who were once a symbol of terror. Now the police and the agencies had a lot of deviant boys who were hiding from their hideouts. On this occasion, a friend advised him to get out of hell, but he was afraid that his family members would not be punished for getting out of this way. This strengthened his intentions. Everyone around him wanted to control him. Things had gotten very bad. 

Nature gave him another chance. Now he had two options. He would throw down his arms and make an arrest or his so-called armed struggle. Continuing, this time he made a mistake again. He took the path of armed struggle and finally the time came when he was arrested. I wonder if he realized at that time that he was wrong. Yes, maybe, but the one who defeated death with great fearlessness by putting his eyes in the eyes of death, lost this game 

The unknown entity about which the news was born became the news itself. The diamond that could have emitted many rays turned out to be just a stone that eventually became dust.