It was the noon of January 8, 2008. A large crowd was waiting for Bilawal Bhutto Zardini’s speech. He is the son of the famous Benazir Bhutto, the former prime minster of Pakistan who was assassinated two days ago in a mysterious event. Now, Bilawal, a 19-year-old history student of Oxford University was the chairmen of the Pakistan’s People Party, the greatest secular party of the nation, although he did not like political jobs. There is a high risk for a terrorist action during or after today’s event. For a teenager it seemed so soon to worry about death, but it was the reality of life for Pakistan’s new sudden hero.
Bilawal was sitting in his private room in Bhutto’s family palace. He was thinking about what was going to happen in the evening of that day when he was supposed to speak for a large crowd with huge expectations of him. The wind was making a horrible sound outside as if the trees were crying. Bilawal was thinking about his university, classmates, and the beautiful girl he liked to share the rest of his life with. Will the dirty politics let him reach his goals?
National and international elements forced him to accept the invitation to enter politics unwillingly. During last two days, the American embassy had put him under a real pressure. He had no other option other than accepting the headmastership of PPP, and now it was the time for a child to grow up.
He sat up and walked to the desk. Only three hours were left the speech and he hasn’t had practiced. He took a look at the words; he did not like them, but he seemed to have no other choice. He knew he would have to sacrifice many of his interests when he accepted such a huge, tiring responsibility.
The maid knocked the door and told that the car was ready and that he needed to go. He walked out so slowly. He sat in the car and closed his eyes and dreamed of his mother. He didn’t even have time to get along with his mom’s death, and now, two days after such a miserable incident he is supposed to stand up for the rights of a large group of people while he seems barely to be able to defend his own rights.
After the speech, he waved to the people and came back to the car. It was hard, he believed, but he knew as his father once told him ìyour life is hard, and each day after the other it will get harder not easierî. He opened his wallet and looked at his girlfriend’s picture. Every day she looked prettier and prettier to him. He hadn’t talked to her for almost a month, and he felt that he really misses her. He felt like somebody who has lost a treasure. Then, he felt extremely tired. He decided to take a nap. He hoped to dream about his mother without whom he really feels lonely and with no support.
Later in the night CNN reported the bombing in his car which led to killing of one hundred people including Bilawal himself. The police found the picture of a girl near his dead body.
(Don’t take this article serious; it is just a school assignment.)
