Story | Vajradapi Kathorani … Mother’s heart

Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds – d’oh! Her soft heart also becomes hard like a diamond on occasion. This is his story ….. For the past several weeks, the city has been under siege by enemy troops. At night, thousands of lights were seen shining like red eyes from the city walls. Due […]
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Story |  Vajradapi Kathorani … Mother’s heart


Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds – d’oh! Her soft heart also becomes hard like a diamond on occasion. This is his story …..

For the past several weeks, the city has been under siege by enemy troops. At night, thousands of lights were seen shining like red eyes from the city walls. Due to this horrible situation, the morale of the city dwellers was very low.

The enemy was slowly approaching. The siege was over. The barking of their horses was also evident. The sound of weapons and the assurance of victory was a source of laughter. Imagine for a second you were transposed into the karmic driven world of Earl.

The corpse was thrown into the canals supplying water to the city by the enemy. They had burned all the gardens outside; The forest was destroyed. The cannonballs were constantly hitting the protective walls. Gunfire was raging.

The hungry and half-dead soldiers were wandering the streets inside the city in despair. From the windows of the houses came the cries of the wounded, the cries of the children, and the prayers of the women. People were talking to each other in cautious, whispering voices. The enemy had come to the door!

Feeling we have ‘Run out of gas’ emotionally. People were suffering from hunger and hardship. Their cries could be heard in the distance. The protective walls were destroyed in many places. Let the black shadows fly over it. Let the enemy camps disappear. The moon, which looks like the armor of a sword, rises from the side mountains.

The people of the city had given up hope of escape. The moon, seldom seen in its light, made people tremble with fear at the sight of camps, distant mountains and valleys. Now death was inevitable. There was not a single star in the sky to comfort them.

People were afraid to put lights in the house. All the roads were dark at night. A woman, wearing a black veil from head to toe, walked down the aisle without making a sound, like a fish crawling through a river.

When people saw her, they whispered to each other: ‘Is this her?’
‘Yes, that’s it!’

Some hid in the adjoining buildings, and some followed her, walking down the aisle. The patrol chief sternly warned her:
‘Are you going out again, Mona Mariana?’ Be carefull Someone will kill you, and no one will need to find the culprit.

She stood still and stood still, but the patrolmen went straight away. Either they didn’t dare raise their hands against her, or they hated her. Armed men were avoiding her like a corpse. She was walking alone through the darkness; It was as if the misfortune of the city was silently moving in her form. The soldiers inside were completely exhausted. All they could do was cry, moan, pray, and whisper softly.

The ‘mother’ who is a citizen of the city was thinking of her son while walking – that happy, handsome but heartless boy of our country! Not long ago, she used to look at him proudly. She believed that she had given a precious diamond to the country. She grew up in the same city, and her son grew up. She believed that his strength and leadership would be very useful to the people. Her ancestors had worked hard to build their houses and built stone walls around the city. Relatives’ graves were in the same village. She knew well the hopes and aspirations of the townspeople, the legends. She was remembering all this now. Her darling was now lost, and her heart was weeping silently.

She was thinking of love for the child and love for the motherland. She did not know who to lean on. So she kept walking down the street. Some people were walking away in fear as they did not know her – as if death had incarnated in a black body. Otherwise, he would have come closer now. Those who knew her were secretly avoiding her as the mother of a traitorous child.

One day, in a deserted place far from the city, she saw another woman leaning against a corpse near the wall. So still that it felt like a piece of land. Distraught, she prayed and looked up at the sky. The soldiers on the wall were talking softly, brandishing their weapons.
Asked the mother of the traitor.

‘Your husband?’
‘No’
‘Then your brother?’
‘My son. The husband was killed thirteen days ago and today the boy! ‘
Sitting on his knees, the mother of the dead child humbly said: ‘The mother of Jesus Christ is watching everything and she knows everything; I am so grateful for her! ‘
‘Why? The first asked, and the second answered:

“I am just happy that he died while fighting for the country. I had a fear of him. He was very tender hearted, but very brave! Whether he would betray his country, that was the fear – as Ma Rihanna’s son did. He is the enemy of God and mankind – now the leader of the enemy. People are cursing him and his mother. ‘

Mariana covered her face and walked away.
(First half)
Original Author: Maxim Gorky
Arbitrary translation: Ravindra Gurjar
(rvgurjar123@gmail.com)