Ismail Javad was sitting in a seat as a representative of his native Annaba region. It is a poor region with a backward economy, coupled with skyrocketing unemployment and crime. ( so unlucky...)
While he was thinking of new reforms to enact in my home region, they finally announced the enactment of a new law called Speeding up investment, which allows the state to confiscate the lands from the farmers without any trial, so it can be sold to investors.
The speaker of parliament announced
The shouting started before the law was even finished.
"—This is illegal!"
A man in rough clothes slammed his desk, his voice echoing across the grand hall of the Majlis.
Ismail Javad didn't move.
From his seat, he watched the Speaker continue reading, calm and unmoved, as if the outrage didn't exist.
"…the state reserves the right to seize agricultural land in the interest of national investment."
There it was.
The law that would destroy his home.
Annaba—poor, forgotten, and now about to be stripped of what little it had left.
Around him, members of the Peasants Party were already shouting, some standing, others pointing at the Speaker in open defiance.
It didn't matter.
Ismail already knew how this would end.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the chamber doors.
Too late.
As I was expecting police officers, ten of them arrived walking heavily, and as a matter of fact, they arrested them using their full power. Officers dragged them through the hall, in conclusion, which afterwards resulted in grave silence, no one daring to say anything. Not a Big Peasant Party member nor an LDP member, while a minority of ruling Humo Party members felt anxious that their leader was becoming too powerful.
But how can I take him down,- Ismael (me ) remarked using his neurons.
You can't,-answered his second personality, called Hirohito, you're just gonna lose.,- he continued.
Ismael then drank two pills of L-Arginine, the medicine that kills bipolar disorder, which finally unceremoniously killed annoying Hirohito.