" Its been more than week Rashid - do not make me think that you have gone crazy, now stop acting as though you have killed someone the veryfirst time, its your job - and you did it well all infiedels are dead, Lal Masjid is wraped in silence. Or has the Pathan blood in you has betrayed your ancestors?", roared Major Khan.
Rashid, was still in a trauma ward , sedated to help him not kill himself - something he tried 3 times since Operation Silence. All he shouted was for forgiveness. He closed his eyes only to see the dead girl smiling at him, mocking at his uniform.
then suddenly he could hear his all repected commander shouting at him in anger. The impulse to stand and salute overcame the bonds of drip. Suddenly the pain was gone. In front of him was the fierce baloch - Major AKram Khan, whose mere mention meant the message from Allah, may ne he was a part of Allah since no one seen him prey to one.
His legs trembeled with the induced unconciousness from the sedatives but his posture was straight. One time when he looked at those eyes - they were raining fire at Kabul, to evacuate his men from the clutches of revengeful Northern Allaiance. Then a shot was fired aiming at major but before the bullt could reach Major, a Seargent Rashid had pulled himself in between.
Ever since Major treated him like his god son, personally training him, and supervising his growth. Then 18 months ago Major had disappered, most likely at ISI's behest, but that was history, the present was that he, a defeated soul was standing before a great son of allah who never knew defeat. The urge to fight back was charging his body.
The major smiled - "report to mess for dinner, I shall hear what troubled you"
and he was gone.
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