The 'WARRIOR'

I wake up just in time to witness the first ray of light slice through the pitch black darkness which engulfed the dark cellar, the cellar which had been my home for a long time now. Another night had passed by and another day lie in front of my eyes, another day which would be wasted, wasted in the hope that I would be set free, wasted in the hope that I would be remembered, remembered as the once ‘Flying Star’ who has been rendered a prisoner. ‘A PRISONER OF WAR’

I have always been a believer, a believer who never doubted in the existence of the Almighty because the so called ‘ALMIGHTY’ had always been against me. He was against me when I was separated from my mother in a bitter divorce. He was against me when my wife and kid were brutally murdered by a maniac who was one of the millions of people for whom I fought to protect. He was against me when the engine of my faithful Jet breathed its last when I was in enemy territory and I was chosen to be the one to watch my co-pilot and dear friend to be beheaded in front of my very own eyes. But one thing that the ‘Almighty’ forgot was that he was the one who created me and in me, he had created a ‘Survivor’.

But this time he seemed to be winning. All I was left with was hope, a hope that my nation would fight for me, the same nation that I had fought for, the same nation I had sacrificed my life for and I knew they would fight and fight hard. I had aged rapidly in the cellar. I had no idea how many days, months or years had passed by and I had no regrets. I knew that I would be free soon. My broad shoulders were slanting now, the bulging biceps had been a thing of the past and I had started walking with a slight bend. I never had been a socialite and had always stayed away from crowds but this scenario was worse even for a loner like me. The only human touch that I had was watching the hands slide the plate of food inside the cellar through the tiny inlet made in the door. The food was nothing more than edible and the plate, I doubt was even rinsed. There were times when the food tasted different. The difference was due to the sleeping pills mixed in it so as to render me unconscious so that the cellar could be cleaned. But I was still ready for him; I was ready to take him on. He had been successful in weakening the body. But He was unaware of the fact that with every single second, He was strengthening my soul. He was making me more and more determined. He was making me more and more strong and I was just waiting for the moment I would be freed from the cage of my body and I would be standing in front of him. Because this time I wouldn’t be the one answering, I wouldn’t be the one paying for my mistakes. It would be him and He had no other option than to repent. He was at fault and he had to confess. And He will, He surely will.

Suddenly the door creaked, a sound that I hadn’t heard for a long time now. I turned around and saw the door open slowly. There was light coming in; I had to shield my eyes as the light was too bright. I lowered my head to keep my eyes from stinging. I had so often heard people who claimed to be back from the dead, people who swear to have seen a bright light, a bright light which was supposed to be the kingdom, ‘The kingdom of GOD’. I was witnessing it now and I was ready. I looked back at the light and saw a figure standing there. My eyes still hurt and the figure wasn’t visible clearly. I could tell the figure was coming to take me away and I was ready. With a smile on my face, I close my eyes… It was time… Time for the real fight… And I would win because that is what I was destined to…