Fluctuating Fortunes
There was a brutal dictator, a strong man, who ruled a unruly
country with a steel sword that dripped of menaces and blood.
For a while he was our ally when he fought a war with a
country
we didn´t like; and we
helped him with weapon and intelligence.
Yet there was another side to him, women were not oppressed
under his rule, they could dress as they liked and seek the
highest
education. The Christian community too was accepted, and
people
could walk out at night
in peace; but he went too far, invaded
a country that was our friend. Well, we invaded and he was
duly
hanged and few tears were shed. For the women the revolution
was a disaster, no longer can they go out without risk being
shot for
not wearing a chador and the Christians were falling over
themselves
to flee or risk being
killed. That is the way of the world
when there
is a upheaval the minorities and women have to pay the
price.
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