Houses wrecked, the intravenous drips of blood coming from soldiers and civilians alike. The town was history. The city of Colombo that was once filled with awe and wonders is now cries and thunders. Jet planes tears the sky and little boy Blake is staring at a dead soldier. It is in the mid of the year 1990 and the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam and the Sri Lankan government is in the middle of a dispute. A dispute so cruel that is only filled with gun shots, grenades and cries of the unfortunate. With the only memory of the last sentence his mom has spoken, “Don’t you ever let go of my hands Blake, you hold on tight now and whatever happens, I want you to take cover anywhere possible. Do you hear me, son?” and he crouches in agony next to a dead body behind a building that was once his pre-school.

The reasons of this brutal and yet pointless war is just because of a few under-lying misunderstandings that the Tamils are not patient about. On the other hand, the Sri Lankan government’s biasness is a little bit too much for a human beings’ patience. The hatred builds up more with the Citizenship Rights, the ‘Sinhalese Only’ policy and the University Admission Criteria.

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