Thats why I cry. I cry for Arabs, for what we once used to be. For what we no longer are. I cry for witnessing a disgraceful era in the history of humanity. I cry more for being the centre of it. It is against me, against my brothers. It is against us here, where we open our eyes and close them, all the same way, all on the same soil. I cry for what was once inhuman, unacceptable – what was once horror and terror – has now become a normality we live with. I cry for seeing our children, even when hiding from bombs inside their mothers wombs, hesitating from seeing the light of the gun, being spotted by the splash of a shot, killed and burned. I cry for seeing their softness so vulgarly disfigured along with the future of hope and the hope of a future of an entire humanity. I cry for watching a man chopping off another mans head, while filming it with joy, with a knife that takes more than just life, but the whole purpose of it. A knife that cuts all principles and all limits, It makes every living being headless and it makes every bit of our existence brainless. I cry for seeing symbols being disrespected, destroyed and finished. Icons that mean something to someone, or nothing to no one, valuable or invaluable. I cry for how much it hurts. I cry for seeing people killing again the dead, with a blind revenge driven by animal instincts, leaving no eyes, no teeth and no cheeks behind. I cry for being so weak every day, so desperate every week and so unable every time. I cry for tasting the harshness of hatred and for sensing the terrorizing darkness of mass murdering. I cry for seeing the big powerful ones, racing to finish an entire race. I cry, not for death itself, but for the way our innocent people are dying. Humiliation is more lethal than death. Racial discrimination is more fatal than death. Mortification is more mortal than death. Violence, unfairness, injustice, aggression, savagery and brutality are more deadly than death. I cry for point of views that have become ugly deformed fingers, pointed down at us and up at God, and a behavior of pointing fingers, figuring out how to squeeze more blood out of our remaining lives. I cry for not being able to erase the image of hacked liberties, highjacked rights and raped dignities out of my system. I cry not because its a matter of pride but because the life of innocent people does matter. It should matter. The divinity of our bodies and the purity of our souls, do matter. They should matter. Tolerance should cherish in the mind and in the conduct of us all otherwise we will all vanish with pity. I cry for my belief in how much disbelief religions have caused. I cry for their failure in philosophizing our human orders and in theorizing our fundamental values for a basic living. I cry for religious people, for leaders and for schools, for not keeping us distinguished from other animals. For not developing our superior mental abilities to think like each other or together, for not encouraging us to use our communication skills to understand or accept each other, or our power to feel in order to build the same common emotions to respect one another. I cry for how regular death is and how rare life has become. I cry the tear of fear. The only one Im afraid is still left.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 12:46:30 +0000