In the land of Unjust..

‘Do you remember your Grandpa?’ My father asked me.

‘I have a reminiscence of two gentle, deep blue eyes leaning over. Yet that is all.’ I told.

‘You’re Grandpa possessed an exceptional courage. One day he was passing by a home when he noticed that invaders had raided in a home. A British woman was staying in that home with an NGO. The attackers were well armed and no one dared to confront them except him. It is still incomprehensible that how he knocked them down single handed, however by saving foreign guest he saved the pride and Honor of his country, a longed dream of his, and his heroism was officially recognized by a state medal. His merriment was limitless although for a short period. Just a week later, our home was assaulted and Father and I had to flee to Britain and found asylum there.’ He narrated in a deep voice.
‘Who did this?’ I was astounded.

‘He was a local land lord. Chaudhray Nizam. He had attempted to kidnap the woman at first place. But Father spoiled his scheme. In return he taught father a hard lesson. He even took the medal awarded to him and placed it in his own home, thus to strengthen his horror in the hearts of villagers. While my father died with wish to touch his medal once again. I tried my best to take the medal from him with help of police but in a lawless country, influence is the ultimate power. Nizam hid the medal.’

‘What can I do Papa?’

‘Bring it back to us, my daughter.’

‘Papa I will… Papa’ I shrieked as his hand dropped lifelessly.

The memory shook me when I sat in a bus going through lavish green fields. I was going to mansion of Nizam, as a village researcher. He welcomed me warmly and offered to tour me through his mansion. It was difficult to even fake a smile in front of that nefarious yet I managed a nod. During this trip, I glimpsed a glass showcase, spotless and vacant. I was sure it abided the medal before being veiled and I spent the next day scanning the entire place for it. Since I was a precious object, Nizam could not conceal it in any store room or stable. So I scrutinised all other possible places, but in vain. At last I had to bring Nizam’s son Wahid, a witless boy who seemed overwhelmed by my presence and was desperate to catch my attention, in use. I cunningly inquired him about the secrets of village houses and he offered to show me one secret object he has in his bedroom. Unfortunately Nizam arrived at that time and all of a sudden Wahid looked uncertain. Nevertheless, I sneaked into his room and seek through it. Wearily, I was leaning against a wall after hard work of an hour when unexpectedly, a hollow chamber appeared in the wall. There were several jewels and among them was the gleaming medal.
Just as I was escaping out, Wahid entered in. He replied my startled expression with a meaningful smile and I returned it. ‘Let him live in his dreams’ I thought. 
I sat in a bus going through lavish green fields. I was going to my home and had my family’s possession back. I was guilty on all the rules I had to break. All the lies I had to keep up. But that was all I could do in the land of unfair, use unlawful ways even for the righteous. Thus my conscience felt light as I held the medal tighter.