The world; how do you define it? Where do the borders, that
divide nearly 250 countries, come into play, when all you have to do to make a
world is forget about them and see them amass? So where do you run, if the
whole world is at war and you don’t know if you belong on either side of the
war. Neither are you in approval of the heartless men waging it, nor are sure
if the people defending would accept you readily as one of their own. Just
because of one thing. That one thing that does not matter among friendships but
matters the most, it seems now, at times of war: your religion.
I was born a Muslim. All that I was taught about my religion,
as far back as my memory would take me, was that it only asked you to be a good human
being. Be generous to the needy; just in your actions; grateful for your
blessings; kind to the elderly. Like any other religion in the world. So it infuriates me more than it depresses me,
to see these men, no, hateful
devils using it as their excuse to ransack and terrorize cities even
countries. All in the name of God. These
delusional idiots who wish to create a staircase to heaven using corpses of
innocent people as their steps. How they disregard the lives of hundreds at the
expense of safety of more. As the next closest thing (widely considered) to them, are the real followers,
or even non-followers who just happen to be born in an Islamic family, of
Islam, who either are ashamed, scared or aggravated.
Though, I am safe and sound in my home, city and country, I
write for all those who aren’t. I plead to the world to not see us as them or them as us. They are not Muslims, they are terrorists.
I know it is difficult to, with them
using Islam as their shield, but once you take the step, you’ll realize how easy
it was all this while. The deceased and injured, are as much our loss as yours.
Because I know, there is another world for you & that is your family.
P.S: I won’t give them
the attention they beg for by using their name. This is about us not them.
