When bombs blasted through
That’s what human beings are. When violence seems to be a thing of distant shore, almost abstract in its taste and texture, we feel comfortable in nurturing various kinds of theoretical aspects of wars and terrorism. But when one’s dearest one has remotest chance of being victim, less alone being the unfortunate one, one sees thing from a different perspective.
Yes, there were deadlier attacks and violence in
In the times of ignorance like dark ages before (even after) Christianity’s reformation or even in pre-Islamic
It is not to say that we “moderns” are doing any better either. We shroud our eye for an eye in the cloak of war on terrorism, or “Jihad” or “Crusade” against the “infidels” or “heathens”. The difference is that we have become more playful. We hide our true ugly intentions under the disguise of spreading freedom and liberty or proselytizing religion or beliefs of choice.
Ours are collapsing civilizations, from East to West, North to South. Ours is a dying race cataleptic to see its own making destruction while being secretly euphoric gawking the pain and deaths of others.
For the sake of our loved ones, we must stop!