Pray for Paris. Don’t pray for Paris. Pray for Beirut. No, pray for Iraq. Pray for Syria. Don’t pray for Paris, Beirut, Iraq or Syria. Pray for the families. Pray for the victims. Pray for the misguided. Don’t just pray for the white man. Pray for the end of racism. Pray for the world. Don’t pray, do. Don’t talk, pray.
How about we let each other grieve the way we want to?
We mustn’t stop voicing our opinions, no; we’re the ones who can make any change in this world. But let’s choose to be supportive, not destructive. Let’s allow ourselves the time and space to mourn for lives lost in vain, parents who’ve lost their children, children who’ve lost their parents and strangers across the globe who are reluctantly crippled with fear.
I get it. We’re dealing with the frustration of our absolute helplessness in the face of these atrocities. We’re shouting at the world leaders to do something, but we don’t trust them to get it right. We know that these monsters only want to propagate fear, so we put on a brave face. We’re already guilty about when this angst is replaced with one for the next big tragedy. We hate ourselves for having the premonition of the next big tragedy.
It’s not your fault and it’s not mine.
We’re all in the same boat, and that’s where we need to stay – together. So far, terrorist wanted to hurt you for a reason. Religion, nationality, history. We couldn’t change that. Now they hurt us for fear, and we have a choice – we don’t have to give in to them. We need to be united against them, show them they can’t scare us.
Nobody can hurt me without my permission.
– Mahatma Gandhi
While the country heads sharpen their weapons and stare menacingly in no particular direction, the survivors of these appalling acts of hatred profess love and kindness and a contagious hope in mankind. If they were there and yet they refuse to cave, why can’t we?
Pray if you will, don’t if you won’t – but please don’t give up on humanity.
This is our world and we will not let them break us.