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Chapter 15-Livelihoods destroyed Hammad moved along the much travelled dirt path of his village. He stepped over the rocky terrain like a professional climber. He evaded the plant undergrowth and thorny bushes despite the growing darkness and setting sun with skill and practice.
Ladha, South Waziristan: 22, April, 2008
The dirt path was difficult to navigate in the day, yet in semi-darkness it was nearly impossible. However Hammad had learned to recognize local terrain features and navigated his way by remembering them. An outcropping of rock reminded him he had to take a right to keep up with the path. His entrance upon a grassy field reminded him he had to venture up a minor hillock to find the path again. A Fir tree almost in the middle of the path reminded him the path would criss-cross along the trees and he should be ready for some sharp turns to keep up with it. Hammad navigated the path like an expert.
The sun was setting and Hammad knew it would be a brilliant sight from the hillock close to the abandoned British recruitment center which he passed daily to reach his fields in the morning. He loved looking down on the beauty of his home village from the hillock during dawn and dusk. It always made him feel proud. However he would have to avoid the urge to venture up the section of the path and stare at the setting sun. Plus he was too angry with himself to give himself that satisfaction.
Hammad sometimes got frustrated when his father did not scold him for the mistakes he made. It was just not right for him to get away this easily with what he had done. In frustration he kicked at a pebble. It bounced away along the path and disappeared under some long grass along the side.
He finally reached a part of the path where it divided into two sections. One led to another part of the village, the other led to deep woodland. He followed the section of the path that led to the woodland. They always collected firewood from that particular section of the forest because it was dense with seasoned Eucalyptus trees. Hammad was sure his father had already done half the work. They usually chopped down the tree in the morning and neatly stacked up the assorted logs in rows at the edge of the forest near the path. They then went back to the area and collected the firewood later in the day when they were done with seeing to their crops. He only had to collect the firewood.
Hammad had nearly reached the edge of the forest when he thought he heard a low humming sound. He stopped walking along the path and stood absolutely still to concentrate a little better. He listened a little more closely. Yes there was indeed a buzzing sound but he immediately found himself frightful because he had heard nothing like it before.
Then out of pure chance he took a look at the sky. He did not know what urged him to look upwards. Through the fading light of the sinking sun he could see there was a white winged object moving along the clouds, disappearing within them only to reappear again. He caught only a glimpse of it and realization dawned on him. It was one of the drones rumoured to be butchering innocent civilians in Waziristan.
Only a few moments passed from the moment he had seen the drone when there was a deafening explosion and the ground rumbled as if some great underground beast had just woken from its slumber. The force of the explosion and the violent shaking of the ground that lasted barely five seconds caused Hammad to fall to the floor, injuring his knee.
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