As I went out to throw garbage to the truck I heard Hayaa crying. Spiritually I wanted to be with her but I couldnt avoid leaving her for a few minutes. I ran back the soonest I can. Even at that point she was crying breathlessly. It made me cry seeing her cry so. I cuddled her and ask Allah dua not to separate me from my children until they become independent. And my thoughts ran to the thousands of children who lost their parents and to thousands of parents who lost their children. Children losing their parents due to natural reasons itself is unbearable though knowing it is the ultimate truth. But parents being slaughtered, harassed, oppressed and arrested in front of little children... I dont know a word to define it. You cant expect saints to take over the world when violence is all what they remember. Children of oppressor see how to oppress and the children of oppressed learn how to revenge. We are not leaving anything good to the world, are we? To stand against oppression you dont have to belong to a certain community or religion. All you have to be is a human.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 04:27:09 +0000
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