Fluctuating Fortunes

Fluctuating Fortunes There was a brutal dictator, a strong man, who ruled a unruly country with a steel sword that dripped of menaces and blood. For a while he was our ally when he fought a war with a country we didn´t like; and we helped him with weapon and intelligence. Yet there was another side to him, women were not oppressed under his rule, they could dress as they liked and seek the highest education. The Christian community too was accepted, and people could walk out at night in peace; but he went too far, invaded a country that was our friend. Well, we invaded and he was duly hanged and few tears were shed. For the women the revolution was a disaster, no longer can they go out without risk being shot for not wearing a chador and the Christians were falling over themselves to flee or risk being killed. That is the way of the world when there is a upheaval the minorities and women have to pay the price.