Chapter Nineteen- Revolution Begins...

It was evening, people wrote on their protest boards against boycotting Ghani, but the chairman was ignoring it. People were shouting in protest while Mathin was given a resign application to the chairman. I was taken care by grandma and grandpa. Grandpa played horsey and football with me while Dad went to the factory for the protest. Several videos got 30 million views and people in the social networking websites liked the videos of the protest.

Some people were watching the television and commenting it positively. Everyone was negative about Ghani's activities because of his previous famous criminal records that were harsh enough for people to tolerate it.

If I were of a high position I could have straight replace the director. As I couldn't grow up and learn to understand things, I was more of a naïve doll. Bygones are bygones. Now let's get back to the story- my friend.

Ghani made a threat that if they won't stay away from the factory, the police would beat them severely. But they did not accept defeat by protesting him. The chairman started a meeting with some other directors. They sat on the table, the directors glared at the chairman.

"What the hell? Why are you hiring this man?" shouted one of the directors.

"He's my friend and colleague, which is why I hired him!" said the chairman.

"If people boycott these two, we will also leave them alone. Mr.

Madan- you need to take rest because you are mentally deranged! Therefore, we are leaving you alone" said one of the directors.

The speech left the chairman and Ghani shocked. The directors left them alone from the meeting room. The people were chanting Leave Ghani, Boycott Ghani! Dad sent his workers by calling them on mobile to burn the garments. They fulfilled his actions. Mathin and the other workers sensed joyfulness but they still remained quiet to watch the factory burn.

As the building was burning, the two were on fire.

"Madan, let's go friend" said Ghani.

"Leave me alone, friend. I am unworthy of people. I have to die. Please, kill me. GO!" said the chairman on his last breathes.

Ghani escaped behind the emergency exits. The chairman was burnt such that his body might have turned into ashes. Most people left. The burning of the factory was published into newspapers and other media. Everyone mourned the chairman's death. Everyone was also aware that Ghani escaped to Dubai.

After few months, Mathin, Mohona and the other industrial workers were shifted to another factory that was ran by Tahmeed's wife. His wife was same as Tahmeed- innocent, great leader, friendly and colorful but her PM (Personal Manager) was mentally deranged- always made his eyes wide open. Unlike Ghani's the factory was large, airconditioned with full of little tube bulbs at the top. People were enjoying their work in the factory. Mathin and Mohona had their chit chatting. As the owner was stubborn to see me, she took me to the factory and showed her. She touched my cheeks that I blushed at her. I felt like I was in love. It was when I was seven and I was in Grade Two. Tough lives would be coming, some tragedies might happen. Let us tell you later what to come.

----END OF VOLUME TWO---