'My dad was a suicide bomber'

Malliga got up in the morning in their temporary shelter. As usual agitated voices everywhere, in the recent weeks this had grew much higher as the situation is getting worse. She asked her mom where her father is and she was told that he is out to work.She was a little surprised that what work would it be at this time when most of the men from other families are there, but she doesn't want to bother her mom who was busy preparing food for them.

Two men where discussing on moving away. This is nothing surprising, she has alreadyheard of many such things and was also sure that someday they had to. She has never been to anywhere in a boat or ship so decided to ask her friend Tamilarasi who is a couple of years older than she is.
Her friend who is as ignorant as Malliga in this regard took her to her grandma. She was looking sad and she suddenly looked more sorrowful on the very sight of Malliga. The girls though noticed it they didn't care to ask her about it. They asked her about travelling on water, before she could answer another nearby elderly man got annoyed and with a rough tone told them that they will soon have to face it.

It's lunch time now Malliga has not seen her father since last night.She asked her mother for the second time but still no satisfactory response. No sign of dad even after dusk her mother now sounded more grimmer but still didn't give Malliga a proper reply.

Malliga was worried but couldn't force her mom anymore. Then the ever garulous radio was giving a news report. There has been a suicide bombing at the capital city and 3 men where killed and many injured. Malliga was more terrified than feeling pity for the affected, not at the news which is something very common but at her mom's tears at the news. Malliga is not so young not to understand what must have happened.

The whole night went horrific she didn't cry but she was thinking she was feeling more clear than being sad. There had been a huge battle in her mind than the war that has been happening for more than 3decades in her supposed to be motherland. By dawn she had made her decision.

Next day they were before a boat that was ready to take them to another country as refugees. Everybody got in and she could hear her mom yelling at her asking her to get in but she was still standing at the shore there are no tears in her eyes but determination. Her eyes are blood red not because she had a disturbed sleep last night but because her of her boiling blood injustice that had happened and happenning to their people. She has decided to stay back not just to avenge her father's death but to fight for the same cause, the cause of their right to their native land, like her father.