Tail of Evil
By Jawed Memon
"The victim is sacred only when the killer is your enemy. This book refuses that comfort."
- Jawed Memon
A singular truth weighs down on a monstrous tail-and the world trembles. The author does not fight; he merely presses the tail.
From the ashes of World War II to the burning skies of Gaza in 2025, Tail of Evil reveals the brutal legacy of the world's most secretive intelligence networks. These are not mere agencies but global machinations operating above nations, across borders, and beyond the law-the handlers of coups, architects of surveillance, financiers of proxy wars, and the unseen hands behind "regime change." This novel dares to name them, from KGB to CIA, MI6 and DGSE, Mossad to IRGC, Hamas and Hezbollah, RAW to MSS and ISI-asserting that no agency or faction is immune from judgment. No capital, from Washington to Moscow, Tel Aviv to Tehran and Delhi to Islamabad, is innocent when civilians bleed for strategy. Through 17 haunting chapters and many soul-searing scenes, this work of historical fiction-born not from hatred but from heartbreak-spans continents and decades. It gives voice to civilians, operatives, refugees, and forgotten witnesses who have lived the truth behind official lies, tracing how the phrase "for the greater good" has been wielded not to uplift humanity but to excuse its most unspeakable crimes. Every chapter reveals another face of power, another facet of its human cost: children displaced by borders, labeled "acceptable loss"; fathers executed for speaking out; mothers mourning beneath rubble, searching through mass graves; scholars whose truths were erased; soldiers who followed orders only to awaken decades later with blood in their memories; and entire nations reduced to pawns.
Where empires claimed peace, they left orphans.
Where leaders promised order, they lit the fuse of endless war.
And where democracy was sold, it was signed in civilian blood.
This is not fiction that flatters or comforts. It is historical reality, dramatized with cinematic prose and a powerful poetic core. It does not offer villains or saints, but exposes the self-replicating, bureaucratically efficient, and emotionally sterile systems where people do not die-they are "neutralized," "contained," "processed." Each poem within is a 20-line cry from the margins-grief, guilt, memory, and truth carved into the bones of every scene.
This book does not defend nations, excuse resistance, or glorify war. It does not mourn selectively. It is written to reveal how all systems, when shielded by secrecy and justified by ideology, become complicit in horror.
If you've ever asked, "How was this allowed?"
If you've ever asked, "Why do they hate us?"
If you've ever mourned the lies told in your name, for a war you were told was necessary...
If you believe that true jihad is not terror, but the struggle for dignity, the defense of the voiceless, the refusal to stay silent when human lives are traded for maps and markets...
If you believe truth belongs not to power-but to the voiceless, and that empathy is not weakness...
Then this is your book.
Read it with your heart open. For when you genuinely feel the pain of strangers, history is no longer distant. It becomes a wound in your flesh-unhealed, unburied, undeniable.
This is not an accusation. It is a witness.
It is not prophecy. It is memory, repeated until it cannot be ignored.
History demands nothing less.
