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| Original photo by @Mari_deSilva |
From @Mari_deSilva:
Travelling up to Jaffna for the first time after the war in 2010, I couldn’t help but notice the charred, head-less Palmyrah trees that lined either side of the A9. They just stood there – broken. The sole witnesses of the bloody…the brutal. The blackened remnants of a Victor's peace.
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| Original photo by Tristan Kube |
Doves flying in the aftermath of war, betwixt the setting sun and the early dark, giving resonance to ancient wars and the never-ending battles fought – to be won and lost.
In my pensive state a hesitant thought sprang aloud; “one day would the end be brought about by a blinding light and a mushroom cloud?”
From mongrel:
"Let's flip a coin on it"
The brothers were to go their seperate ways. Their blood coursed in opposite directions. One felt closer to their motherland; the other like father like son. In one hand, a ticket for the Ruhunu Kumari and a ticket for the Yaal Devi.
"I call heads"
In the other hand - each other.
From theshadowseeker:
I shot him and he died. I was the only one left protecting the fort. I couldn't see where my comrades were hiding. Weapon ready, I advanced.
"Ah! Watch where you are going child!"
"Come and have tea boys".
My dead victim stuck his tongue out at me and reached for a biscuit.
From @shamsmakkiya:
The constant war waged against her inner self drained her blooming energy.
External pressures nagged her feeble life.
None bothered to understand her likes and dislikes.
Her concrete attitude was all that brought her peace of mind.
Ultimately, she harnessed herself to face every adversity with complete resoluteness.
From @wikifreakz:
'Shehzad weds Tehreem'
The wedding ceremony was underway in a joyous spirit.
'May peace and prosperity be with you two,' the elderly Hakim wished the duo in Pashto.
The moment the 'Aina mosaf' ritual started, something blasted.
Everything went blank.
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'At least fifteen suspected Al-Qaeda militants killed in rocket strikes in South Waziristan,' reported CNN.
From @PennyKinned:
“It’s confirmed, ma’am. He’s contacted all the key operatives. He’s the mastermind!”
“Excellent.”
“Should we arrest him?”
“So he can keep pulling the strings from his jail cell for years to come? No. Think up a story, finish him off.”
“But ma’am--”
“Do it, agent. The price of peace is this secret, dirty war.”
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