Personal Narrative - The Day the Police Came for Me

The police came to me and the door opened, I left from the disgusted vice president of high school and whispered something in a direct direction to my 3rd hour English teacher. They all turned to me and saw it. While wondering why I saw them, I stared at the blank sheet. Through the unfortunate experience of high school, I learned valuable experiences about life, people, and events. Mr. Burton, who is also the Dean of Discipline, brought me mine and asked me to come with him.

At the end of the long weekend in September, the police knocked on my door. They sent me a letter accusing me of an investigation of an illegal assembly. Watch out for the presence of the police, let us stay. We later discover that our name is marked by immigration authorities and we must not leave the country before the trial. When you are with Singaporean activists, these are the stories you hear over and over again. They are passed on to each other, as mentioned in events and WhatsApp chat groups. Sometimes you will hear it is happening; friends say eagerly that his or her application of words has been waiting too long. Sometimes, you will hear it in time to give up everything and hurry to the police station to wait for your friend.

In May 1927, I was arrested in Lahore. This arrest is a big surprise for me. I do not know what I want of the police at all. I passed through the garden, and the police suddenly surrounded me. To my surprise, I was very calm at that time. I am completely controlling myself. I was detained by the police. The next day, I was taken to the police station of the railroad. After talking with the policemen for days, I think that they have some information on the relationship with my Kakori party. I think they understand to some extent my other activities in the revolutionary movement. They said I was in Lucknow during the Kakori party's trial, so I may plan to rescue the criminals. They also said that after the plan was approved, we got some bombs and passed the test. I have no choice but to laugh at their suggestions.

One day an evil policeman began to ask me again. They look a little strange this time. They saw me while talking, but they seemed to have not spoken to me. They seem to be discussing a few things. As before, this trial has failed. After that, the evil police brought me back to my cell phone. On the way, I suddenly heard that they said that I seem to be released on the first day of next month. When I heard this, my heart was almost excited about the outbreak: it meant that I will go out in 3 days! I can finally leave this devil 's hell! Suppress joy in my mind, I look forward to it and wait every second. I feel like three days in three years. Finally, the first day of the month is here! That day, I kept staring at the door and waited for someone to call my name. Morning passed and nothing happened. I put all my hopes in the afternoon - but nothing happened at night. "Why do not you eat her?" I shouted!