Shatter-Me-PDF-Shatter-Me-Series-Shatter-Me-Shatter-Me-1-Tahereh-Mafi (1)

they’d begun building them. These small, cold quarters
would suffice just until they figured out all the details of this
new plan, is what The Reestablishment had said. Just until
everyone was subdued. Just until people stopped protesting
and realized that this change was good for them, good for
their children, good for their future.
I remember there were rules.
No more dangerous imaginations, no more prescription
medications. A new generation comprised of only healthy
individuals would sustain us. The sick must be locked away.
The old must be discarded. The troubled must be given up
to the asylums. Only the strong should survive.
Yes.
Of course.
No more stupid languages and stupid stories and stupid
paintings placed above stupid mantels. No more Christmas,
no more Hanukkah, no more Ramadan and Diwali. No talk of
religion, of belief, of personal convictions. Personal
convictions were what nearly killed us all, is what they said.
Convictions priorities preferences prejudices and
ideologies divided us. Deluded us. Destroyed us.
Selfish needs, wants, and desires needed to be obliterated.
Greed, overindulgence, and gluttony had to be expunged
from human behavior. The solution was in self-control, in
minimalism, in sparse living conditions; one simple
language and a brand-new dictionary filled with words
everyone would understand.
These things would save us, save our children, save the
human race, is what they said.
Reestablish Equality. Reestablish Humanity. Reestablish
Hope, Healing, and Happiness.
SAVE US!
JOIN US!
REESTABLISH SOCIETY!
The posters are still plastered on the walls.