everyone deserves to tell their stories,not to justify them selves per say,but a space in which one is able to articulate what one believes precisely,fearlessly ,loudly,and audaciously ....these men that have garnered a famously strong label brand of terrorist....a move i see in which the real terror which is power and the real terrorist those who would discard anything in their way to vanguard the power and status quo that orders this world who have been rather successful in shifting terroristic language from their head bounty to the head bounty of poor colored people mostly from the global south.....that these bearded men we see rather exclusively on headlines these days have a story too,they love and are loved,they meant deeply to someone,they were children of mothers who bore them,they feel pain ,sadness ,frustration and joy just as anyone else and feel hunger and hopeless when their food source is wrenched away,that these men arent just bloody hooligans who hopes for nothing else but to blow them selves up,by the age of 10 many of these men would have seen many death bodies already to feel sicken of life around,that the value of life was dehumanize to such level low that for these men the value of life meant that much,which made rather easier to chop of limbs and shoot young crying school children,was it their fault to have not known the worth of any life,then their mother had daily rituals who burying their sons and husbands,crying behind their veils having not the world see those tear of refusal to be merely victims but warriors who shall not be broken,that what were the emotion behind those hearts of these young boys as young as me to have had to go to the extent ...bombing themselves..to an extant where they felt there was no way out,or and another world to hope believe and dream of,maybe that blood that flooded the fields on which the bodies of everyone they ever loved lie dead, this field once ran on as a child as has simply washed away any hope that could even possibly strive in deepest of the battered ,worn,frail ,broken heart of theirs.Is it a crime they committed for not so call allowing they hard won freedom to speak the word of your tongue,freedom of speech the white forefathers paraded it once,that many of these men have utterly become speechless at the horrific scene watching unbelievably their daughter who went out of the home to play gets squashed by a US drone,and not even being able to lay her to rest,they get chased out by these Pakistani military out of their homes ,these men some of whom grew up all their lives by the mountains,grew up watching sunrises and sunsets ,tracked mountains and forest,swimming in the rivers and lakes of the foothills,having their fathers teaching them to farm,picking wild flowers for their mothers birthdays,all of these small memories narrowing down to wars,years and years of occupation and reoccupation that wiped away the wilderness of the landscape they once called home....fast forward,simplifying,the arrogance and action of the some who insist the world had just begun yesterday bothers me,it saddens me,it breaks me...but as far as i recall the world did not begun yesterday,stories have existed as long sun and moon sheft it glimmering rays upon the vastness of these land which we are told we dont have a place in.what more cruelty that unGodly men could commit than to not allow,or try not to allow one from speaking of the glory and beauty of stories they knew of.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 20:43:47 +0000
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