Government troops opened fire on the unarmed demonstrators. The streets turned red with blood, and the air was filled with cries of pain and despair. Up to a thousand people were killed, and another two thousand were injured. This act of brutality shocked the entire country and left a deep scar in people's hearts. Families lost their loved ones, children became orphans, and widows found no solace in their grief. Hundreds of the dead lay on the pavements, their bodies becoming a silent indictment against the cruelty and injustice of the authorities.
However, this story did not end with these horrific events. In the book dedicated to the fate of the main character, the events unfold even more tragically. Against the backdrop of Bloody Sunday, even more terrible deeds occur. Thousands more are added to the number of the dead, killed in subsequent repressions. Dozens of women become victims of violence, turning into silent witnesses of human cruelty. Brothels with underage children thrive, serving as grim reminders of how low society can sink in its inhuman quest for power and wealth.
At the center of these events is a little boy, Aman-Jalil, whose path was overshadowed not only by poverty and deprivation but also by the horrors of human cruelty. His life unfolded amidst poverty and vice, where people seemed to have forgotten about kindness and compassion. Each day was a struggle for survival, and every person around him could be both a friend and an enemy.
Aman-Jalil grew up in this world, where cruelty and violence had become the norm, and human life was valued no more than that of an insect. He witnessed how fates were broken, how meanness and betrayal became the norm, and kindness and honesty—the exception. His childhood was filled with scenes of violence and despair that forever left a mark on his soul.
And so, amidst all these tragic events, when the world around him seemed hopeless and cruel, he found solace in his strange hunt.
A plump green fly crawled along the sun-warmed windowpane near the communal restroom at the end of the gallery, stopping occasionally to groom itself. Its bulging eyes closely monitored the strange bipeds, enemies like birds but unlike them, creating an environment for flies with their excrement, food scraps, and piles of garbage. The child remained still, his black, bulging eyes also fixed on the fly, mesmerizing it with an imploring gaze: "freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze"!