What Makes People Brutal? A True Story

What Makes People Brutal? A True Story

There was an innocent, speechless wounded puppy lying on the road telling the story of the barbarism of the people who don’t waste a moment cursing the government- True Story

The summer afternoon sun is shining brightly, and I’m driving down the village link road to the nearest main road. There is a 2–3 km section in the middle of the road, which was started by the previous government, but after the end of the government, everything for this road stopped including the construction. This stretch of the road says more about the double standard and the barbarity of our governments. We double standards and oppressors are also following this path.

I was in the middle of this road when a biker came from the front. He rides his motorcycle on a rocky road as it undergoes the last rigorous test and since then the company has to build millions of motorcycles. The puppy suddenly falls off the motorcycle and is dragged along with speed. As I approached the puppy, I saw that his wounds were bleeding, and he was unconscious. Seeing the car stop, the stranger also came back.

two yellow labrador retriever puppies
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There was a bottle of cold water in the car, half of which ice hadn’t melted yet. I told the stranger (who was about 55 years old) that if the puppy had to be taken on a motorcycle, he would have taken at least a second person with him who would have caught up with him. In the meantime, the puppy awoke and stood up. “I was carrying him,” the stranger explained, “but he’s wounded now, and that’s no longer useful to me.” He said it as if something lifeless had fallen from his motorcycle.

I was carrying him,” the stranger explained, “but he’s wounded now, and that’s no longer useful to me.

There was an innocent, speechless wounded puppy lying on the road telling the story of the barbarism of the people who don’t waste a moment cursing the government.

Let’s share me another observation with you

In the month of December, it is lightly raining. In the midst of the lush wheat fields, a new road is being constructed. I’m on my way back from a friend’s house. A donkey cart loaded with grass is reaching a trip down around the under-construction bridge. Along with the grass, the owner and his children are seated in the cart. The donkey appears to be in its infancy and based on its height, it does not appear to be capable of carrying this load at this time. As he attempted to walk on the road from the lower alternate road, the donkey cart came to a halt several times. The donkey struggled to lift the weight by swaying left and right and pushing his heel.

Throughout all of this, the owner sat contently and did not attempt to assist the donkey in any way, nor did he get out of the cart to lighten his load. When the same person sits with his friends, he becomes a leader and claims that “Rules are criminal and cruel”

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