Looking back at it Munir had it all. He was not the richest or one with the greatest physique or someone with geniusness never before seen. He was a average individual that could be easily ignored and whose identity muddled and discarded somewhere amongst million or perhaps billions like him but at this moment he felt to be at the top of the world.
He had all the reasons for it. Contrary to his own bieng, his background was a bit different from the norm. He was born to family riddled with debt, to the point where everyday of his childhood was of extreme stress and pressure, and constant fights between his parents didnt help either.
One could say it was still better than a life of poverty but munir begged to differ. According to him, the worst ones were the one in middle but in debt. They couldnt be open about it, after all they had an image to maintain in the society, in front of thier families; had no one to rely on and worst of all, they had on money to give to people who harrased them day after day.
The walls and roof which one could say protected them from rain, storm and much more would feel like coming out to eat them up and the house was more like a graveyard with nothing but hollow, lifeless dolls of meat wondering around not uttering a single sentence of the fear of something spoken which might instigate a fight. Growing among such conditions he had decided that he would end it. No matter what he would have to do but one day he would make sure that he lived in house with not surplus but enought and not live with those that were dead inside but rather alive.
And he was very peculiar about his methods too. After all, he was a religious man just like any other average joe and he was raised well by his father and mother. They had instilled in him values of giving not taking and that was his compass to navigate through the murky waters ahead. And under no circumstances would he discard them. After all, he stood firmly by his own saying, " A man who has sold his conscience, is not a man but a slave to his eternally shifting desires". And so he did.
Today through his own hardwork, he had achieved what he had set out to do. He was free. He did not needed to give a single penny to anyone and was earning decent enough to have a good life ahead. And being the only child, he was everything for his parents and they were too his world. After all, working from a young age had left him bieng somewhat of a loner and the maturity he attained at the age of 9-10 year old due to his family's situation didnt help him in making friends either.
But Munir's breaking free from the generational debt was not the only monumental achievement bound to have happened on that day. One more thing happened, an event which shook the entire planet and one which would be remember till the very end of thier lives by every single bieng alive on earth on this day.
Later on, it would be given many names by the coming civalizations. Many called it The Breaking, while others called it The Dooms day, and some simply called it The Split.
But all of them know of one name that was used for "it" that happend long ago but was still fresh in thier minds.
The Severance.