Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

"That is how I was able to live." As if bewitched, In-young asked back. "What on earth is that new joy and logic you claim to have seen?" Over the feral servant's firmly shut lips, a radiant yet chilling male smile spread. "Freedom." The man's short, intense answer fell. "Liberation from the bound past, liberation from the duties and rules that shackle people, perfect liberation from the hypocritical gazes of the people of this world." "When I erased and emptied all the dignity and past within me..."

“ Take us with you. We can be your slaves” “Show us mercy, please” Another man cried out. Then, together in unison and oneness, the captives began wiping for mercy—both men and women. Their tears broke our hearts. I stood afar, melted by their bond, oneness, unity and hunger to live again. Slowly, Jax smiled at them trying to restore their hopes. "Listen, “ he said, his voice breaking down. “ We are here to set you free into your freedom. We're not here to hurt you, please"

Thomas shouted with a thunderous voice that was enough to shake the earth. "This is an opportunity to get all that you always wanted, isn't this what? you want to become a savior, you have always wanted to become that man who saved the people, now is the chance, take it, save these people by leaving and never returning." Thomas continued saying. "Are you not tired of fighting a lost battle, this is a chance for you to be free, the chance for your liberation and freedom, you might not be getting an opportunity like this in a lifetime so I give you this one last chance to be free." He paused for a moment before he continued saying.

"Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed." — Martin Luther King Jr. Chapter 59 “Zeynep!” Yusuf called out, making everyone look in my direction. I suddenly felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “W…welcome,” I managed to stutter. “I…I hope you had a pleasant journey.” “What does a local village girl like you know about a ‘pleasant journey’? Have you ever seen a plane before?” Kamir retorted.

The crowd held its breath, their eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to lead them out of the darkness that had consumed our lives. "We have been oppressed, downtrodden, and stripped of our dignity for many years. Trapped in Forest, we dared not venture far, or we would be captured and sold like a commodity," My voice resonated with passion, "but we shall no longer bow our heads in submission. We shall no longer live in fear and restriction. It is time for us to reclaim our freedom, to stand tall and fight for a better future, not just for ourselves, but for the generations yet to come."

After a sigh she continues. "The other planets decided that human males weren't strong enough to actually provide aid... (Tursa licks her lips) To be honest the Shikaz, Gaimo, Vaal, Frole, Peulo, Glortinon and Kea people are still free because the Cok, Hassin, Bronkark, and Makskin people joined them. If they hadn't we would have already fallen. Physically we are too weak against our enemy," Tursa says before meeting my eyes again and I gasp as I see her tears.

It may be a daunting path, filled with challenges and uncertainty, but it is a path I must walk. Vader's promises of freedom were hollow, merely to gain my compliance. True freedom comes from standing up against oppression, fighting for justice and protecting the ones we love. I cannot let fear and doubt cloud my judgment. ***FLASHBACK ENDS***

We will never be free. "Well, it seems that you all have learned something here. You are all quite obedient if I may say. I like obedience. There is so much that can be done with it" he taunts as he continues to survey us. "You are here today for an opportunity to gain your freedom. The only problem is that there are a limited number of spots available for this opportunity" he states with a wry chuckle.

But we had come too far to turn back now. In a deserted warehouse on the outskirts of the city, we gathered our forces—our loyal allies who had pledged their support in our fight for freedom. They came from all walks of life, united by a common desire to break free from the shackles that had bound them. As we stood among them, our voices hushed with determination, I addressed the group. "Today, we stand at the precipice of a great battle. Our oppressors have controlled our lives for far too long, but no more. Today, we fight for our freedom, for the truth, and for love."

Was born rich or poor I was born free In the world People in power Bring back rules Why catching speed A way to be unwept Let my heart decide What's stagnant What's at unrest I do not occupy speed I do not acknowledge the light I am free in the dark world Freedom is my light Do not stop me Nor enable me to flight I am free to choose my speed Likewise Like revised I don't encounter dust Feet are not of worth to you But for me It's freedom To take me Where rules fail, too I am free to acknowledge Choice is within me I don't say I didn't do To achieve is to be true I am not a slave to success On which scale You compare me With the other I am free in the world I don't blow dust On anyone's face