Weekly Story Writing Competition 2 | Story Continuation

Assalamu Alaikum,

First of all, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to @mamun123456 brother for organizing such a creative and wonderful competition. Like last week, this week's topic selection is really fascinating mystery and discovery. Such competitions open the doors of our thoughts. It enhances the ability to tell stories and makes writing more enjoyable. I am happily participating in this week's competition.

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The sky has become dark this morning. There is no way to go outside, so Riaz decided that these days the old roof of the house which is the storage room will be smoothed. Maybe no one has entered this room in the remaining 10 years. While cleaning the cobwebs and dust, his eyes suddenly fell on an old carved wooden box lying in a corner of the room. He approached the box with interest. As soon as the field opened, he saw a strange rusty key and an old hand-drawn map. The map seemed very familiar, it was considered to be the map of their village. Just then, lightning flashed outside the window and he heard footsteps on the stairs.

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Riaz's whole body trembled. No one is supposed to be coming up in this house at this time. The footsteps slowly approached and stopped right in front of the door in the attic. Suddenly, the door opened with a creak. Riaz was surprised to see his grandfather Hashem Ali standing in front of the door. Who had died three years ago. Don't be afraid, Riaz. What you found today is not just a key, but the key to our family's long-hidden history. Riaz said in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, what is this map? And why are you here?" Grandpa spread the map on the dusty floor of the attic and said, "This is a map drawn by your great-grandfather." The red mark you see on the map is the old well in Shimul Bagan.

There is a truth hidden under that well that, if revealed, will change the history of the village. I hid the truth because I was afraid. But you can do it, Riaz. You have courage. As soon as he said this, the house was illuminated by the light of the lightning. And as soon as the light went out, Dada disappeared. Riaz understood that this was not an illusion. It was a call. Riaz went out towards Shimul Bagan with the map, key and torch light. The cold wind coming through the gaps in the leaves of the tree seemed to smell of some unknown mystery. Riaz found the old well by showing the map.

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Thick moss was growing on the lid. As soon as he inserted the key into the lock, the lock opened with a rattling sound. Inside the well was a narrow staircase made of bricks. As he went down, Riaz saw a small underground room. An iron chest in the middle. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Black cloak, hood on his head, tall figure. The figure said that your grandfather was hiding the truth but you will reveal it. Riaz said who are you? The figure replied that I am the protector of the one you know in the village as the robber Zafar Pir.

Jafar Pir was not a robber, he was the true protector of the village. But the evil people made him a criminal. Riaz was surprised, everything seemed to turn upside down before his eyes. As soon as the statue moved away, light fell on the chest. He opened the chest and saw the true history of the 200-year-old village. A note written by Jafar Pir in his own hand and a letter from his grandfather. Riaz wrote in his grandfather's letter. Truth can be hidden, but not forever. The responsibility of revealing the truth lies with the one who finds it. You can do it because you are braver than me.

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Riaz's eyes got wet. This truth is not only history, but also a matter of the honor and dignity of the village. Suddenly, the light inside the room slowly started to shine. As the shadow statue disappeared, he said, "Today the truth is free, and so am I." Riaz came up to the well with the chest in his hand. As the morning light fell on his face, he felt that it was the light of a new beginning. He said in a firm voice, "History will change today, today I will reveal the truth that was hidden to everyone."

As the morning light fell, everything became clear. Not only history, but also the path of truth. Upon returning home, he opened the chest and showed the notes and maps to the village elders. Everyone was shocked that Zafar Pir was not a robber, he was the protector of the village. After a moment of silence, everyone said, "Riyaz, today I have restored the honor of two villages." Riaz felt as if his grandfather was smiling from afar. The truth was freed and the history of the village began to be written anew. From that day on, Riaz became the pride of the village, a brave truth-teller.

I invite my friends,

@memamun
@dasudi
@lirvic
@franyeligonzalez
@edgargonzalez