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A story I wrote for Friday Fictioneers which I think is very relevant to the topic:

Shahzad’s house was the only one left standing on the mountain after the earthquake of 2005. People would come to see it from far away villages and he became known as a holy man.

Shahzad decided to take advantage of his new reputation and began to sell a cure for pains and aches in a small bottle which he would fill with spring water. “No harm done” he would say to himself while pocketing more and more money. Many swore they had been healed by his medicine.

The next year the floods took away his house and Shahzad with it.

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Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon

  1. Circle of life for bison | Exploratorius
  2. Tom Attwater Is Dying. His Daughter Might Die, Too. The Letter He Left For Her Is Unforgettable. | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  3. Sight and sound of a cemetery | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  4. Karma By Another Name | The Jittery Goat
  5. Human vs. Humans | Rose-tinted Rambles
  6. Karma | Momma Said There’d Be Days Like This
  7. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | Journeyman
  8. DP Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | Sabethville
  9. The Circle of Time – Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  10. Circle | Mara Eastern
  11. Karma | Stephanie auf Reisen
  12. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  13. Karma for the Introvert | 61 Musings
  14. Daily Prompt: Will you become a Karma Chameleon? | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
  15. cyclical not seasonal | peacefulblessedstar
  16. Wow, sorry, hit my own nerve there. | thoughtsofrkh
  17. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | The Wandering Poet
  18. slightly less | yi-ching lin photography
  19. there is room to do | y
  20. Who Watches The Watchmen? | The Dragon Weyr
  21. karma and unsought gifts | gaikokumaniakku
  22. Daily Post : Karma Chamleon | NRI-scopic777
  23. Wednesday Words | Tommia’s Tablet
  24. Karma… We Need to Talk | Under the Monkey Tree
  25. DP: Fluffy Karma | Scorched Ice
  26. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon « Mama Bear Musings
  27. In a Circle | Ana Linden
  28. Circle | Sounds of Time
  29. Karma has been “scientifically” proven! | The Joy of Health Nutrition and Beauty
  30. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  31. DP: Circles | As I See It
  32. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | Reunitems Journal
  33. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | For the Archives
  34. breaking news | The Matticus Kingdom
  35. Phoneography: Capturing The Rain | Light Words
  36. Daily Post: Karma Chameleon | Destino
  37. No changes | Life is great
  39. What Comes Around Goes Around | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  40. Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon | medicinalmeadows
  41. Karma – Lets Screw It | Views Splash!
  42. The Truth Shall Set Me Free | Buzzy Beez
  43. Thoughts From the Circus Part 3: Finish Well | The Photo Faith Challenge
  44. When Karma Meets Christ | meanderedwanderings
  45. A Life Undeserved | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  46. How To Create Good Karma For Yourself – Sort Of | The Political and Social Chaos Blog
  47. what goes around…really goes around | In The Moment
  48. Why Karma Doesn’t Matter | The Femindiary
  49. I am a mental patient. Hear me whimper?
  50. Circle | The Land Slide Photography
  51. I Won’t Get My Happiness From Someone Else’s Pain | The Uncustomary Housewife

The Day the Earth Shook

8th October 2005 8:27am

An earthquake with a magnitude of 7.6 strikes near the city of Muzaffarabad in Pakistan administered Kashmir. International donors estimate the death toll at about 100,000, with an additional 138,000 seriously injured, and 3.5 million displaced.

Abdullah and his younger brother Farooq walked to their school clutching their bags early in the morning as they did every week day. Abdullah was the oldest of 4 siblings and the pride of his father. He loved learning at school and his favorite subject was English. Every year he would get a special prize from his teacher for getting outstanding marks in this subject. He could fluently read the English newspaper to his father who couldn’t understand a word his son was saying but would listen with great pride. His father had only studied till grade 5 and Abdullah was very grateful for the opportunity that he was getting.

His mother used to call him Shahzada (prince) and would sit with him and his younger brother while they ate their breakfast. His sister had not yet started school and the youngest brother was just a baby. Their father worked as a guard in one of the nearby offices and made enough for the family to get by. Abdullah’s schooling was being paid by a government scholarship and they were hoping the other children would follow suit.

The two boys joined their class fellows in the morning assembly. They said their prayers to start the day and some important announcements were made. Then they were escorted to their respective classes by their teachers.

They were halfway through their first class that the ground began to shake.  Abdullah was jolted out of his seat and on the floor. The blackboard fell down and the children started screaming. Along with the screaming and the crying was a strange humming sound. The sound of the earth cracking open. A few minutes passed like an eternity. The ground shook as if a giant hand had got it in its grasp and would not let go. The whole building of the school collapsed.

The screaming and crying stopped and was replaced by an eerie silence more terrifying than even the humming. The silence of death.

Abdullah had crawled under the teacher’s desk and when the walls collapsed around him something fell on his leg trapping him there. It was actually a blessing since if he had moved from there he would surely have been killed. There were no survivors from his class. He drifted into unconsciousness.

When he awoke he was in pitch darkness and he could hear the muffled sounds of people calling out. He tried to answer but his throat was so dry he could hardly utter a sound. Hours passed. He could not feel his leg anymore. He started dreaming. His mother was calling him “Shahzada, Shahzada wake up”.

He woke up with a start. Someone was pulling him out. They put him on a stretcher and carried him to a army helicopter. A man was asking him his name and his address. He couldn’t answer. He didn’t have the strength.

This time when he gained consciousness he was in a hospital. His leg was bandaged at least what had been left of it. Looking around he didn’t Continue reading