Monument for the Dejected

We approached the large foundation plinth of the structure completely clad with what looked like drainage outlets.

“The blood of our ancestors!” He exclaimed grandly. Slightly disturbed but curious to see beyond, I entered the tower

This grave epiphany drained me- my mind and my body. I froze absolutely motionless, helpless and weak. just a witness at the Court of Injustice.

I heard a voice “Your journey is not over yet.”

In what seemed surreal now, I suddenly found myself at the entrance of a grand carnival- A Makam. I walked down a path flanked by an endless sea of technicolored tent-like structures inhabiting thousands of people. Diametrically distinct from all the other spaces so far, I seemed to have fallen into an abyssa dream sequence