Fiction: Group 4
Peace
Korean International School Secondary Section, Muhammad Nurfaizi, Rasyid - 15,
Fiction: Group 4
never really understood what ‘peace’ meant. It was just merely a word that I hear people use a lot. I
never really got the chance to experience living in it. Our nation, our small land was always the
battleground of the great nation’s war and each time, our land was land waste and the people were left
impoverished. The nations make war to protect their interest and for national gain. The land of fire
(Guangzhou), the land of water (Shenzen), the land of air ( Hong Kong) have all grown too big while our
nation, the land of the hidden mist ( Macau) still remained small as ever.
After many wars, the great lands stabilized. And our small nation was left to bear the wounds of war.
Everyone still feels the pain of loss, I’m just an ordinary man driven to seek revenge in the name of justice.
But if revenge is called justice then that justice breeds yet more revenge and becomes a chain of hatred.
Living with it, aware of the past, predicting the future. That is what it means to know history. The worse is
still yet to come.
We cannot help but know that people can never understand each other. The world we live in is ruled by
hatred. I for one want to do something about that hatred. But I have no idea where to begin. Even I can tell
that hatred is spreading its quite obvious really by the rules that have been carried out. These may seem
hypocritical but there will be a day where people can truly understand each other!
People may say time will pass and the pain will eventually heal, they’re dead wrong that’s something a fool
would say. The peace that they have is the great sacrifice that our small nation has played a role in for them
to achieve it. The peace that we have is something we know, something we see, something we hear.
But…not something we feel.
One of my greatest loss was the death of my mother and father right before my eyes. I can never wash out
the memory out of my mind. It was painful, my heart skipped a beat as their body layed on the ground.
Tears were running down my eyes, my body couldn’t stop producing more and more sweat every second. It
was a feeling I can never forget. The nightmares still haunt me till this very moment and I shall carry that
nightmare for as long as I shall live.
Our suffering that was caused by the big kingdoms, all the horrible things that they have done. How can
you call that peace!? I do believe that there is peace written in the stars, a million miles away. A message to
the main seasons come and go but I will never change because I’m on my way.
I realised the screaming pain, loud in my brain, but I’m going straight ahead with scars.
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