Why my soul didn’t die

Hey am mick 

I am 20 days old 

This place feels so nice with the wind on my face, it seems as though we are travelling to some other place, but wait...where is my mom? Oh! She is probably in the other truck.

(In the mean while)

It's sort of a little congested here, I suppose that's because of too many people around me, I wish they choose to take some other truck ……huh!!! 

Whatever…..rants aparts...am just loving this life & I want to totally live this.

(Few moments later)

Did the truck stop??? but why!!?

Finally!! Phewww!!

I can breathe some air, they are letting us get down from the stack,  I think we have reached the destination & that makes me feel so excited to see what is in there...

OH.MY.GOD (Exaggeration)

Such a huge play ground.….& I can see kids that are almost same age as mine all around, hope I will be able to make good friends here.

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(Lost in the newness & a sudden glimpse of mom comes in)

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But wait.

Where is mom??

I cant find my mom here, where is she? 

Didn't she come with me? 

(Lost in thought, meanwhile heard a voice)

"move, you son of a bitch" someone shouted at me….. I had to stop to give him way & somehow mom slipped down my thoughts.

While walking around the play ground, I met JENNY. 

He is a nice guy, same age as mine, 20 days old. 

I introduced myself  "hey am mick, I would like to be friends with you", (there was a momentary silence),

he didn't second with any dialogue, probably uninterested. 

He did not talk to me, he seemed sad & I could sense that on his face.

I went back to him after a while and enquired if he was okay.

what happened?

Can I be of some help,Is there anything troubling you,  you can share it with me.

His eyes welled up with tears, he said " I want my mom, my sister, I want to be with them, I don’t want to die, I want to live, Live with my family, I want to grow old along with my sister, I want to live a life". 

Having said all those words, he quickly ran far away from me , I didn’t understand why is he was doing so nor did I understand the emotional turmoil he had in his head as though he was dying right away.

Somehow, I didn’t like JENNY from then on.

I didn't carry that incident for long.

I got carried away as there were lot of other children, I could be friends with.

It is a sunny day, there are no trees here & obviously that gave no scope for shade, on top of all of this, my mom's absence worries me more.

Apart from the excitment of being in the playground, I'm feeling thirsty, hungry and exhausted. 

So I decided to take a nap for some time.

 "leave me, somebody help", I could sense a rush from the behind, someone screaming for help …. I knew I had to go & help them, bht wanted to know as to where the sound was emerging from!  

This  way… "am coming..ill help you" I shouted from a distance. 

I began to run towards the sound.

As I was running towards  the sound, it was getting more clear & loud.

The hunger, thirst flew took the back seat & my mind was totally occupied with the screams & I had only thing on my mind; to help the person. 

I reached the place and then………………….i couldn't understand what was happening. 

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There were a few people around a child & were dragging him by his legs. 

(In utter shock)

Why are they dragging him? Where are trying to him to? 

I quietly followed them in steps to see where they lead to. 

They took the child into a room & I was watching all of this through the window. 

The boy was pleading them them to leave him but those cruel monsters had no mercy & were bashing him up with a large wooden rod. 

The boy tried his maximum to escape from them but he couldn’t, later he became unconsciousness and fell right on to the ground & those abductors left, leaving him all alone.

I then walked slowly towards him and tried to wake him up to take him to a safe place but then I realized that he just didn’t fall just out of unconsciousness but he was dead. This is the first time I was seeing someone dead, I was extremely tensed and very nervous, I was panicking. I heard steps approaching towards myside so I escaped aside and watched them in secret.

A man came holding a knife in his hand. He went close to the boy and started to tear his skin apart. He ripped the skin completely. He then started pull the flesh apart & began to chop it into small pieces. 

The place was like a huge pool of blood & I couldn’t bear my eye.

It feels both disgusting & horrific to watch but I was just taken away at the way the boy was being treated. They were ruthless & brutal, like monsters. 

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The boy's call out for help is still ringing in my head & He is just 20 days old, just like me………….like me? 

( Several questions came in a rush bombarding)

Wait! Why are there only children around? 

where are the moms?

 Everyone are 20 days old. All are boys here. 

What is happening here? 

What kind of place is this?

Why did they bring us here? 

What are they going to do?

 Are they going to kill all of us? 

What are they doing this for? 

Is my mom safe? Did they kill my mom too? 

(That's when Jenny striked me)

JENNY……jenny knows the answer, I have to ask him & about all thats going on here. This time my legs took pace, I was running faster than before, I wanted to meet JENNY  & I knew where he slept an hour ago, I could meet him if I go there. 

No matter how fast I reached the place, I couldn’t meet JENNY alive. He was dead, no, he is probably been killed by those monsters. 

There are many people like him & everyone is holding knives.

They killed many children. 

I wanted to escape from them. I wanted to see my mom & I wanted to go to my place. Most of all, I want to LIVE.

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One person came to me with a knife & I kicked him with my legs. I began to run in all directions searching for a way I could escape. Two people kept chasing me and one person right ahead. They circled me & I couldn't make my out. 

God please help me.

I pleaded in tears. 

I don’t want to die. 

I failed to escape & They caught me and tied my legs & a person came this time with a bigger knife heading towards me. I was unable to move, I felt helpless. He came closer, raised his knife into the sky ……………….that way the last thing I remember seeing.

Now I am 104 years old. I have seen many generations coming to this deadly playground and being brutally murdered my those monsters.

This is not a playground. They are not monsters, they are named as HUMANS . The children here are called CALFs. The skin they peel is for those fancy handbags, shoes and footwear that humans wear. The children's flesh if what we call as BEEF. Humans eat it. There are many atrocious things they do.

If there is someone really called a GOD , I would ask only one thing  WHY MY SOUL DIDN'T DIE.