Short Story Of An Immigrant

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“You are a coward” that’s what people called me.
There was a lack of comprehension about me being the only living soul. I laboured all the time, with an intention of succoring my family which I never managed to accomplish properly. Every time I searched for money in my pockets, the holes in it swallowed my fingertips.
Every day I wandered on the road to find a job, Wherever I went
“YOU ARE THIS COUNTRY’S PROTECTOR”. “YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU”. “YOU”!
Screamed out loudly at me from every place, every road and every street aggressively, provoking me to join the army. I was in a position of a double-edged sword. Because my family needed me but having no job made it worse, I was like being a slave for others. Help meant getting stale, damaged clothes and so on. …show more content…

I couldn’t face her at all. At that moment I felt disgraceful. Looking at my children or either my wife was like someone had uprooted my heart painfully out with a knife.
Then I decided, and I went to sign up; the people in there shook my hand and told me I was a stout hero who would save and fortify his country and be back prior to Christmas, my face was glowing with pride making my uncertainty disappear, but I had an uncanny feeling by how their eyes gazed at me, whispered very lowly about hypocrisy, however I neglected it, thinking I will obviously come back with an irrefutable