"The story of our land, its struggle and its achievement, is the very story of great human ideals, struggling to survive in the face of odds and difficulties." -- MAJ, 1948
It was a cool morning in October. The Arabian Sea blew pleasant winds into the city. But very soon, it was a political storm that shook not just the city, but the nation...
The General had got wind of his dismissal. He was not in the country, and neither was he in a mood to accept the PM's order lying down. Without losing time, he boarded a commercial airliner to return to his homeland. Developments were quick on the other side too. The city airport was ordered shut. The plane, with nowhere to go, circled atop the city skyline. The General contacted his forces on the ground. The armed forces, which were waiting for just such a communication, stormed the airport. The plane landed on its last dregs of fuel. The General emerged and gave a crisp salute. Another chapter in the story had begun. The PM packed his bags. The nation held its breath. The world watched. The Chief Executive had arrived... AbNQ
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