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Yakara stared at the security personnel in front of her in surprise.He crouched to avoid a bloodbath. stop!A man in black shouts, it's a woman. Yakara emerged from under the table.It seemed that no one paid any attention to what this woman said.She held her gun high, but she was unable to control the chaotic situation in front of her.The other three security personnel were also at a loss.Through the black visors of their helmets, it could be seen that these men, too, were dumbfounded in shock and amazement. Yakara rushed in front of the shouting woman.window!he shouted. do not move!stop!The woman yells and points a gun at him.

Yakara stopped in her tracks and raised her hands.I'm fine!That thing didn't work for me.I am sick! The woman relaxes.She dropped her weapon.What the hell happened? Must be gas, or something like that.Open the window!Please shoot the glass windows! The woman raised the gun and pulled the trigger against the window.A triangular glass shattered, followed by the next one.Shards of glass flew all over the sky. After a while, two-thirds of the triangle glass was broken.Hot desert air waves swept in. If there is any use and effect of this, it is that the firing of guns further stimulated the rage of the participants.Some people have fallen to the ground moaning, covering their heads or stomachs with their hands, being kicked or punched.Fortunately, there were no sharp weapons in the venue.

Yakara saw a participant, presumably the Syrian president, staggering toward the broken window.He bent down and picked up the long dagger-like shard of glass. A terrible thought suddenly flashed across Yakara: it was his idea to smash the window, turning a brawl into a bloody killing! However, the Syrian president paused.He stared blankly out of the window for a while, then turned around and opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking around at the chaotic scene around him.The shards of glass in his hand fell to the ground. Gradually, the anger of the participants subsided.U.S. President Chigurh, who was wrestling with the Russian President on the ground, stood up, stretched out his hand to the duelist, and helped him stand up.Then, from behind, he hugged the Secretary-General of the United Nations who was punching the host, the King of Saudi Arabia, tightly.

Soon, the violence stopped.The leaders of various countries stood with their eyes lowered in a trance, like students who had just been caught doing a nasty prank.No one spoke, and no one seemed to be able to explain what had just happened. Yakala suddenly had a strong feeling that he had to do something so that the violent behavior just now would not be remembered by the participants.He climbed onto a table and raised his arms high. ladies and gentlemen!He spoke out loud in English. The crowd turned toward him.He suddenly understood what kind of person he was facing.His throat seemed to be stuck, but he said loudly: We are the victims of a terrorist attack.Some kind of gas must be driving most of us out of our minds.He coughed, and what just happened showed us once again how easy it is to lose self-control and descend into gratuitous violence.How thin and fragile the coat of human civilization and etiquette is on us.We should all learn from this!

Yakara's throat was dry.All he could do was cough and staccato, but he insisted, of course we can now scatter, gloomily announcing the suspension of the summit.Then forget about the whole thing.If so, it would allow the manipulators behind this event to achieve their goal: to prevent a possible historic breakthrough here.But we can also make a symbol.Precisely because we have just seen how blind violence is, how meaningless, and how easily provoked, I suggest that we all get back together, use this moment of shame to do our own soul-searching, bow humbly to each other, mediate our differences, step on on the road to peace.

He paused, suddenly feeling the silence surrounding the place, save for the roar of the desert heat pouring in from the shattered world orb.Perhaps, today is Allah, God, Krishna (Annotation: one of the three main gods of Hinduism, the incarnation of Vishnu, the god of protection), Yahwe (Jahwe, translation annotation: the true god of Judaism) or whatever you call it. What an important revelation that God has passed on to us.Perhaps the terrorists are actually tools of the Lord.Perhaps this Lord, who is called by many names, just wants to reveal one thing to us, to bring about reconciliation and peace among us, and to remind us that this is a sacred duty.I ask you all to follow the revelation of the Lord.

Yakara looked around and saw silent faces upturned and watching him.He didn't know what else to say.Is he too much?Does he offend Jews, Muslims, Hindus, or Christians by daring to say that their religion is a copy of the same thing described differently?He knew very well that he was violating the teachings of his religion.His religion, like other religions in the world, insists on being the only truth in the world.Did he go wrong instead? The first person to break the silence and raise his hands to applaud was US President Chigurh.Then, one by one, the leaders of the countries clapped until the audience echoed with sustained applause.

Yakara stepped down from the table.He did what he could.The rest is up to Allah, or whatever God calls it. He felt a hand on his shoulder.He turned around and it was the Prime Minister of India.The Prime Minister of India smiled at him.He also smiled back.I can't remember exactly what I did, but I believe I attacked you.He said please accept my apology. Yakala took the hand extended by the Prime Minister of India.Nothing to apologize for.He said.The two hugged each other.One is the prime minister of the second most populous country in the world, and the other is the chief of a little-known small island country.