“You have to have the courage to go to the movement,” they say.
“You have to have the courage to go to the movement,” they say.
Some people who have become familiar with each other will never see them again. When you see your brothers/sisters who come “on vacation”, they will automatically get self-respect.
There will be a neatness in the way they dress and carry their heads.
The fact that they have tied their wrists with a bow is considered a miracle in the world.
They don’t talk much, and those who come home from the movement on vacation are ten times more respected than those who come from America or Canada once every ten years.
They don’t say when they will return. They will simply say, “I don’t know if I will come next time, or you will see my body only..” and leave.
They were the ones who were loved by the whole village. When you hear the sound of fighting somewhere nearby, the who village will think about the death of a brave fighter.
In particular, the “admirable modern fashion” of young women with bobbed hair, wearing military belts around their waists and cyanide bottle around their necks was born only in that land.
It was a land where the drivers of vehicles could not be identified as male or female.
The weapons carried on their shoulders were the same for both sexes, but the man was a man with a good mind, and the woman was a woman with culture, chastity, and fame.
There were also those who fell in love there, but they were lovers who loved the land even after marriage.
They were happy as members of the only movement in the world. Free from alcohol, smoking, and card games.
After pouring sand on their friend’s graves, they remained friends without crying.
They lived as comrades who carried the dream of that friendship on their shoulders.
All we hear as epics, fantasies and stories – They wrote them as history!
Not everyone can be them. That is the birthplace of uniqueness. The source of thirst!
(Translation by Tamilpriya)
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