The world is full on innumerable possibilities. Of things we haven’t seen. Of those, we never will. But everyday, as I wake up, I see hatred. I see people killing each other because ‘they’ are different. Unfortunately, even my motherland, people are discriminated against because they pray to another God. Or as purists would like it, they belong to another religion.
Why does it happen? I have been trying to find the answer. But I haven’t. However, it surprises me that nobody realizes that it is their children who will have to pay the price of this divided society.
After every bomb blast, every riot, we see award-winning photographs of children at the site of the destruction. The dried-up tears, the blood, the loss – all entrenched on their faces – perhaps forever. However, these images bring tears only to our eyes, not hearts. We sympathize with those who have lost; but this transitory conscience-call seems crude, almost vulgar. Probably, it is cathartic and so with every tragedy, we stop, we cry and then we move on.
Even when millions are killed in genocide, the world frowns upon it, peace agreements are signed and then we wait for another bloody riot that leads to a series of humanitarian efforts.
However, in all of this we forget that we need compassion, not money, to make it stop; eventually. Probably that is why it does not reach our hearts.
George Orwell said: “In the time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” So in a divided world, I say to all those who have spread this hatred, “Never Again”. I may not know the gruesome tales, the “truth” as they call it. But I do know that it is wrong to hate another fellow being and that love, compassion and faith are all it takes to a more humane world. It is as simple as we make it to be.