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In the heart-wrenching novel "Mountains of Diamond," a gripping tale unfolds, shedding light on the heartbreaking plight of elderly forsaken by their own kin, finding themselves trapped in the twilight of life within the confines of shelters and the homes of the aged.

At the center of this narrative stands a courageous child named Dan, who dwells amidst the lofty peaks of the mountains. In his community, it is customary for the elderly to be wrapped in reeds as they age and then cast into the abyss. However, Didi harbors a deep affection for his beloved grandmother and refuses to witness her meet such a fate.

When the time comes for his grandmother to face this grim destiny, young Didi rebels against the barbaric tradition, determined to sway the minds of his tribe. Will he succeed in this daring endeavor and defy the age-old customs that threaten to tear apart the fabric of his community? Prepare to be swept away on a journey of bravery, defiance, and the relentless pursuit of justice amidst the rugged peaks of "Mountains of Diamond" , where tribes fight each other and the battle field is your heart my dear reader (joking! it's mine)

The mountain of diamond

After an hour of being beaten in the winding uphill corridor, torches held by black human-like figures appeared in the sky, their shapes clear in the clarity of the night and the remnants of the fading moonlight.

The people of the upper villages had learned of the defeat, so they welcomed their fighters with slow drumbeats and mournful songs.

The families of the warriors stood waiting anxiously and eagerly.

Whenever someone appeared, their relatives rushed to greet them with embraces, taking them with them. Mothers obstructed the path of those coming and asked them about their sons or husbands, but they did not receive satisfactory answers.

When all the fighters ascended, and the women despaired of the return of their loved ones, they burst into tears and lamentations, and the high priest announced mourning for the souls of the deceased and the missing. Everyone gathered around a huge fire, watching its flames and chanting pagan hymns and incantations, bidding farewell to the souls of their loved ones.

And the last to ascend were Dan and Nasash, with the wounded boy on their back, who had regained some of his strength.

His father, Arqan, the village elder, had lost hope in his son's return and joined the mourning ceremony. But he was almost overcome with joy when he saw his son walking between Dan and Nasash. They embraced him, and when Nasash blocked their path and said to him, "Not now, he's injured," the father asked, surprised:

"Don't you remember me? I'm Dan? I'm your neighbor and the friend of your son, Shoran!"

Confusion appeared on the elder's face as he stared at the boy in the distant firelight.

"No, I didn't die! Indeed, I jumped from the high cliff, but I fell into a deep lake by luck, and the people of Imad rescued me."

The elder embraced him as he would his own son and said to him:

"Your parents will rejoice at your return. Come with me."

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