All of a sudden, a mighty thunder made the earth quake. It was God’s fury unleashing as He poured down his sorrow. In a far spot, nobody was stirred up by the pandemonium -reigning over the heart of the jungle. Fearless men, who always ridded until the doors of hell and went back, were there. The small camp was quiet going through the downpour.

            On the dung, on one side of the shelter, the woman, coiled -with head over knees, went through the spiral of her inner world. She floated unconsciously as the insect did instinctually finding a window, however, there was none.

            Her dominance apparently infinite became finite. These men had despoiled her of her world, above all, of her cause and followers. Unfortunately she was an object to trade now. No longer was she a lioness roaming on the streets, now just a beast caged in the heart of the forest -by people like her but in a distinct way.

             As the rain fell gently over the green forest and reptiles abounded in the labyrinth of streams along, one man, in green uniform, whose presence got a sort of aura of mightiness, seated at the wooden board waited for another man to present.

            A swarthy and cropped-up haired mole walked into the hut to snatch himself to attention before the commander.

            The woman, hushed and stuck in the same position, heard the account of the guerrilla man’s action.  Sadly his words hammered her ego. All of a sudden, her soul longed to become gigantic and smashed with fits the unrighteousness. But, at the same time, a pity came over her.

            As she listened to the brief of her re-capture she had felt like a dog in heat: rabid and foaming. Looking up, the woman saw the man who had mingled with her in soul and body –meanwhile she bathed in the river. He was the same one who had brought back to her captures. It was above her mind. Even though love had its own voice, force’s one spoke now.

            Then she comprehended that chance was a survival of religion as she ran lost around the jungle -attempting to free herself. So the woman longed to place herself anywhere else in space and time, and so to change the course of nature. But, it could not be so -not before neither this time. Events took place beyond her knowledge and control.

            It had not been torn yet the veil that left the truth bare. In a former existence she had held the commander in captivity and had not let love the woman who was in the present the guerrilla man in love with her. The woman had come into life to pay back with suffer her ill deeds of the past.

            Her life was not slave to others’. But, she was never aware of that she attempted to enslave others by her political ideas. Now it was she who had been suppressed by men who shared her own cause. However their means were different. They used violence against people to make their will validate. Oppositely she exercised the charm of words to bring people into her cause and to have volunteers to aid the defenceless.

            Her forest was a sea of men in arms there, rapid fires were trees and her tough mettle was like a flame. As a serpent that stifled her around her bonny neck was the clear perception of that man, who had held in captivity in the jungle, was the half part of her soul missing. And, she got such a feeling by each of his said word and when silence between them was an accomplice. Astonishingly, in spite of being a man of violence, his heart talked to hers and, both shared great secrets of existence, at least, theirs. She had experienced how a door was swung open when she was with him. And, indeed, their souls were moved and touched by the same principles and beliefs. However, arms and bullets were his tools and hers words and rallies. But, in spite of this feeling, he wouldn’t change his ways. So he didn’t set her free.

            Though she longed to make herself invisible or small to run away, liberation came through an interchange of hostages.

            Back to her world, she divorced her husband on account of that this man was not meant to be her complement. The woman had carried on her cause through her entire life aware of that in this existence the guerrilla man was her half part of her soul missing.