The Murderer

Like all other mornings,I walked past his cell just when the muezzin was heard over the public address system,expecting to see the familiar sight of him kneeling on his prayer mat.But this morning when I didn't see him in his usual position,I wondered why! When I peered into his cell,I knew why.He was a free man now.
     In his otherwise empty diary,all that was written was, "For the love of God,I couldn't let them take my mother away for killing my father, to save me from being killed!"
                                                     Chandni.