Humanity: A Child’s Fantasy

So yes, technically I did break the consecutive days rule. But exams, so I shall forgive myself and hope you do the same. Not that you’d care one way or the other. My AS Levels are finally over by the way. You’re looking at/reading a 12^th grader.

And then I got busy with not being busy at all and took a proper, complete break; no extra-curriculars nothing, just sitting at home reading again, watching Jim Carrey, downloading His Girl Friday and anime (Death Note, for those of you interested), painting CDs and scratching over them and reorganizing my books and did I mention reading? Yes well point is, I did neglect the blog. I seem to be most inclined to write when I have no time for it and other, more important work to get to.

Anyway I don’t know if that disqualifies me from the challenge (are there such things as the Challenge Police? If so, I seem uncharacteristically curious about their tagline) but I suppose I’ll put it up anyway.

We’ve all heard about the attacks in Paris, and some of us to a lesser extent the ones in Beirut…prayers for the recovery of the people hurt and for justice being meted to those responsible.

It got me thinking. About how people claim this generation doesn’t have much to deal with. I think a lot of them forget that we are the children of War.  We pay the price for the events set in motion by those who walked the earth before us. We live through the wonderful and sometimes truly horrific consequences of the civil wars and world wars  and revolutions that our elders claim gave their lives meaning—I do not mean to condemn those or offend any veterans, I truly don’t.

In my country there are still people who say they hate Pakistan and it deserves the worst for what it did to our ancestors, in fact, there are people in my own class who believe so. Any mention of how those responsible are now already dead and that only the innocent descendants of theirs remain—like only the children remain in our country—are swept aside, hardly considered relevant, just like any arguments about how both sides have their share of bloodied hands.

Prejudice runs deep, all around the world. Children of war, born to hate. Even if those who caused the pain no longer remain to witness the repercussions and be held accountable for them. An eye for an eye is vengeance, regardless of who you’re blinding.

It is, of course foolish to pin the responsibility of the existence of groups such as the ISIS and Taliban solely on ineffectual government or meddling countries and any attempts I make at doing so will be riddled with ignorance and incomplete understanding of history, so I shall not try to do that.

What I will do though is pray for forgiveness, all around. Even for those considered evil. Pray for the hate to finally die down and not be reborn with every new child because of another eye blasted out of the socket. Pray for the hearts of those responsible, that they may not wither out and die from all the suffering they caused; pray for the innocent, lying dead, for crimes whose occurrence they had no hand or say in.

Pray for the children, born to hate. Born to flames and embers. Lost and alone, pray for their beating red hearts to not grow dead.

Yours Truly,

P.S I know the title was unjustifiably cynical and I don’t mean it, not yet, I think.