Bat

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"the bat," my younger brother shouted on top of his voice one late, which eventually woke me up from my sleep. i tried to rise up from the self-contained bed i was sleeping on. my eyes seemed hazy and cloudy before i could see clearly what was happening in the room. what i saw really invited fear into my cold heart: it was the war between my father and a bat who was flying endlessly inside our room. where could this bat come from? and how did it find its way inside our house? i kept asking myself before i stood up. however, before i could join my father in this battle i looked at the time of the day . the night was far spent , and everywhere went silent and dark. it was only the blurred stars that made it known to me that the sky still existed- for everywhere was dark. subsequently, i heard sheep crying interminably around that night. they, too, were searching for a place to lodge that night. "it was under the old battered chair!" the voice of my younger brother drifted me back from my observation for the second time. coincidentally, i saw a broom which was flung by my father in an attempt to bring this ill-fated bat down. tension gripped my body because any attempt being made by my father to bring the bat down was absolutely fruitless. probably, the beliefs of our people about bats were becoming obvious: they believed that bat was a herald of evils, and anyone could turn to a bat in order to harm whoever he wished.
"this bat must be killed," my bald-headed father said determinedly. i hesitated before i could join my father in this tough battle. my hesitation was responsible for the fear that was drumming ceaselessly inside my heart. i was scared of the bat because i believed that the bat possessed an uncanny power, which was making it to evade anything that was thrown at its direction; besides, the bat did not even wish to harm anybody at that night- perhaps it was certainly looking for a place to sleep tonight.
but who will allow such suspicious creature to sleep with him tonight? in fact, the hatred our people felt toward bats would not allow the bat to escape death that day. the battle was still going on ceaselessly although my father had been tired down by this bat- he was fuming, and his bulging eyes exuded the feeling of exhaustion.
by and large, i joined the half, tired man in the battle between him and the bat. for some hours, we could not overcome the tiny black bat who almost turned us to madness.
"it was hidden under the table," my younger brother for the third time voiced out coherently. cautiously, i jerked my body to its direction. unfortunately, the bat could not escape the attack- the broom which i gripped tightly hit the bat on its head.
we all waited for some minutes before we approached our victim writhing in pain on the badly but tiled floor. this was to look at the bat's next action. the drama continued for some minutes before my father picked up the bat and then disposed its body away that same night.
that night, i was not able to sleep while my body was shivering. i felt guilty of killing the innocuous bat. the following day, i criticized my people for their strong hatred they felt for all bats. although, i was able to convince them that bats was friendly creatures, and not all bats were harmful.

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Bat

Submitted: July 01, 2017

"The bat," my younger brother shouted on top of his voice one late, which eventually woke me up from my sleep. I tried to rise up from the self-contained bed I was sleeping on. My eyes seemed hazy and cloudy before I could see clearly what was happening in the room. What I saw really invited fear into my cold heart: it was the war between my father and a bat who was flying endlessly inside our room. Where could this bat come from? And how did it find its way inside our house? I kept asking myself before I stood up. However, before I could join my father in this battle I looked at the time of the day . The night was far spent , and everywhere went silent and dark. It was only the blurred stars that made it known to me that the sky still existed- for everywhere was dark. Subsequently, I heard sheep crying interminably around that night. They, too, were searching for a place to lodge that night. "It was under the old battered chair!" The voice of my younger brother drifted me back from my observation for the second time. Coincidentally, I saw a broom which was flung by my father in an attempt to bring this ill-fated bat down. Tension gripped my body because any attempt being made by my father to bring the bat down was absolutely fruitless. Probably, the beliefs of our people about bats were becoming obvious: they believed that bat was a herald of evils, and anyone could turn to a bat in order to harm whoever he wished.
"This bat must be killed," my bald-headed father said determinedly. I hesitated before I could join my father in this tough battle. My hesitation was responsible for the fear that was drumming ceaselessly inside my heart. I was scared of the bat because I believed that the bat possessed an uncanny power, which was making it to evade anything that was thrown at its direction; besides, the bat did not even wish to harm anybody at that night- perhaps it was certainly looking for a place to sleep tonight.
But who will allow such suspicious creature to sleep with him tonight? In fact, the hatred our people felt toward bats would not allow the bat to escape death that day. The battle was still going on ceaselessly although my father had been tired down by this bat- he was fuming, and his bulging eyes exuded the feeling of exhaustion.
By and large, I joined the half, tired man in the battle between him and the bat. For some hours, we could not overcome the tiny black bat who almost turned us to madness.
"It was hidden under the table," my younger brother for the third time voiced out coherently. Cautiously, I jerked my body to its direction. Unfortunately, the bat could not escape the attack- the broom which I gripped tightly hit the bat on its head.
We all waited for some minutes before we approached our victim writhing in pain on the badly but tiled floor. This was to look at the bat's next action. The drama continued for some minutes before my father picked up the bat and then disposed its body away that same night.
That night, I was not able to sleep while my body was shivering. I felt guilty of killing the innocuous bat. The following day, I criticized my people for their strong hatred they felt for all bats. Although, I was able to convince them that bats was friendly creatures, and not all bats were harmful. Read Chapter


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