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“How can I forget what you did to my family? But I can forgive you,” she said, “Will you pardon me for all the curses I called upon you?” When he doesn’t want to bother about anything now, isn’t she a great soul to have travelled so far just to forgive him? Weren’t her words benevolent enough to move seasoned criminals? Can anyone be more gracious? Will he not be a fool not to believe her even it is for a day? Isn’t such a graceful gesture good enough an idea to have wholesome sleep one last time, even if it is the last night of his life? How courteous were the guards who woke him up, gave him fresh set of clothes, and asked him to have a bath? Aren’t they wasting new clothes just before hanging him? How polite were they since morning while serving him tea, breakfast, and tea again? How merciful of the jailer to have granted him a piece of paper and pen? Or, was the officer so sure that David will never use the pen to kill himself?
Writer’s Ezine – Volume I April 2014 Issue