Many stories are told around the world. Many are not. Amongst the stories which are put forth, some are political while others are social. There are thousands of genres under which these stories are categorised. Some are written, some are rumoured. Some are fictional while others aren’t. It is hard to tell what type of story is suitable according to the current environment so that it would cling on to the readers’ minds and become a best seller. There are again some writers who write only to become the bestselling authors and there are others who just write to put a story in front of the readers and it eventually becomes the best selling. It is hard to tell which kind of story the reader would like to read. After all, every case scenario is based on the ‘facts and circumstances” of the case. There are millions of stories among us already among us; millions are being written this very moment. Who knows that even the person sitting beside you may have writing instincts in them and what they need is that one little push of encouragement, of hope. Millions of fictions and non fictions. The object of every story, however, is to satisfy the reader and propagate that story. There have been many prolific writers of those stories. Every genre has a specialist and every specialist is challenged. What is needed is the inspiration of the story. Maya Angelou had said “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” And so... once upon a time.......
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It had been six months since USA had elected its new leader. An election by which its citizens had indicated that they no longer would tolerate any kind of terrorism. Donald Trump had finally won. He had said in his triumphant speech "tens of thousands of people were entering America with cell phones with Isis flags on them...I don't think so. They're not coming to this country now that I'm president. And if Obama has brought some to this country they are leaving, they're going, they're gone." 3 months after this statement, Muslims from all over USA had been carved out of the nation. It had banned trade with Muslim countries. He had done some “remarkable changes in the foreign policies. He had resolved to destroy IS within 6 months. The plan was to convert Iraq into a parking lot. The United Nations did nothing to stop USA. India, China, Japan none of the countries objected to the idea of "finishing off" IS and the idea of destroying lives in the nation of Iraq was “for the greater good”. Only Russia, the USA’s arch enemy seemed to be fighting against USA.
The five kids crept up the rough paths. Their faces were covered and they were wearing cloaks which were dirty, torn and in case of the girls, slightly burned as well. Leading the little group was the eldest, Haider. He was smart and strategic and his ideas usually proved to be clever to the little group of teenagers so he led the others towards the cave that they had spotted earlier in the evening. The cave would provide them with shelter till the drones of the US armed forces stopped to bomb every single house in the little Iraqi village.
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