The prisoner looked at the hangman who had moved forward with the hood and said, ‘I don’t need it. I prefer to die with my eyes open.’ The hangman let it be and finished his job.
‘Dad! I want to visit the King’s banquet hall!’ My eight-year-old son exclaimed as we walked through the pathway leading away from hangman’s nook in the ancient fort which we had just visited.
With a start, I realized I had been day-dreaming. Yes, the prisoner was right; one man’s terrorist was another man’s freedom fighter indeed.
Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding
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