Dammit, we came here for this! They burnt all the evidence along with this factory! Estern cursed.
The next moment they were out of the underground chamber, climbing up through the hole caused by the explosion, that resulted in the burning of the factory, and the death of innocent workers. As Estern and Julia made their way through the crowd, Journalists running in the crowd, came with forcing the mic in Estern’s face.
“Sir, any information how this all happened?” asked the journalist, elbowing others to move backward.
“Our investigation team is still looking on this case. For now, all we have been able to get is that the fire was caused by a fault in a spinning machine, that caused a spark which was caught by the easily flammable raw material, that is cotton, that lead to the destruction…” while Estern was answering the questions with all honesty, Julia was noticing every move of her head officer. The media had this funny thing of selecting the lines that added “spice” to their news. The truth didn’t matter to them, only “spice” This was the reason Julia was well told before this case, by Estern himself, ‘watch your words in front of the media. Don’t let your mouth speak faster than your mind.”
Soon, the journalist was out of questions and pretty content about the “spice” he had collected. With this, Estern excused himself and Julia followed him like a shadow. As they headed back to their car, a small child came running to them, parting the crowd of the spectators. Estern sat in his car, waiting for Julia. But Julia stopped and noticed the boy. His eyes were flooded with tears, and his clothes were torn up. Julia noticed the boy coming to her, he couldn’t have been more than 5 years. Julia stopped and bent on her knees. “Why are you crying?” asked Julia, wiping the tears off his eyes. His hair were untidy, and trousers were patched. He did not say anything, just stood there with his watery eyes, tears brimming over the edges. “What happened boy? Where’s your mom? Are you lost?” Julia asked holding his hand.
“Mumma is in there,” he pointed at the burnt factory, “She’s waiting for me.”
Without another word, his tears told the whole story. “They aren’t letting me in. Mumma’s there. I want to go to her.” Even though she was an officer, and tears were there rival, but how could she stop her heart from weeping for a boy who had just lost his mother. She wrapped her hands around him and stroked his hands, but the boy kept pointing at the factory. “Please take me there. Mumma must be worried. I want to see her.”
Julia tried to hold back her tears. “Everything will be fine, don’t cry. Where do you live?” But he didn’t spoke a word, but kept pointing at the factory.
Ignored cries, abandoned heart,
smile-less face, unfinished art,
Teary eyes, craving love and care,
Answer them, “Why God isn’t fair?”
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