Being Human
Being Human
Umar watched the horizon as some distinct green shape of land started to appear, the dinghy that carried him bounced on the waves of Aegean and with it bounced the hopes of 205 people saddled up together on that dinghy which could barely accommodate 30. The water and air that these people received had in it salt, the salt tasting same everywhere on the entire planet earth, tasted of life, of freedom on this little dinghy.
(A drawing by a child living in Moria refugee camp in Lesbos, Greece. The child is one of 18 minors who attempted suicide there between February and June 2018. All photographs by Alessio Mamo for the Guardian)
Umar chose to ignore the unbearable stench, as he measured the distance with his hands, he looked nowhere but at the horizon and at the land which started to take the shape of an island. As the dinghy approached the coastal waters, the sea turned into a turpid pool of human remains, bodies of children and people floating and rocking back and forth with every ebb and flow of the Aegean. Umar still did not look around, and there it was, a body of a girl named Aasia, who was not more than 8 yrs floating, Aasia is one of the many children who are the victims of war which was not theirs making, back in Tadmur( Palmyra, Syria) Aasia, was fleeing a crime scene, a crime that no one takes blame for, a crime fostered with the blessings of US and Russia, both powers know, that they can put an end to war if decided, but who wants to stop the trade of blood. These powers are strong synonyms for modern-day vampires whose thirst for blood is never quenching. Their weapons lobby need new grounds to test and new markets to sell, with all the arms race, innocents die in numbers of millions. after all who stands to take on the responsibility. Had these wars be on their front door, they would be busy then dousing the fires but here in Syria, the Ground Zero of Humanity Death no one cares if the child who has just opened the eyes at the hospital, loses its sight when that very hospital is bombed.
Aasia, never knew what it was to be a child, until 5 yrs she was taken by her father to various houses around Syria, fleeing one town from another, one rebel region to the other, she hardly remembered where she was born, by the time she was 7 yrs and 8 months she was on some dinghy like Umar, gaping at the horizon for the land taking the shape of an island.
When Aasia arrived at the coast of Moria, she had just traded a warzone to hell, here she was cramped with more than 30 people in a shelter made of steel containers, the stench of sewage and garbage soon made her forget the smell of fresh air, the bathrooms chocked to degree that the pool of human filth reached the mattress that was but only inch away from the pot. But this too was heaven considering the coming of night, when the animals in the containers would rise to give their desires free reign, Aasia cried every night as she was visited by animals every night. not alone but in packs.
The psychological degradation of humans to a degree when the desires so basic were uncontrollable is unimaginable, we sitting at far in ac rooms cannot empathise however we try with the monsters that visited Aasia, these monsters were no one but her own uncles and brothers.
( People – mainly from Afghanistan – at the Olive Grove camp, next to Moria)
And in the morning when subdued with the monsters often getting only a little sleep that too only with fatigue, Aasia would rise and hope for the new world, the world that chose to look away, the world who thought it was not their concerns, the world who closed the door on the children, the world which cared little if not at all.
One day Aasia and the others, boys even, decided to put an end to the monsters of the night and with that thought, they committed what in any religion is a sin, SUICIDE. With children like Aasia, drowning their hopes of a better future the world surrounded by technology just seems superficial, what's the use of these things materialism when the flowers are crushed under the boots.
But Umar must head to the beach, the life seems forgiving here, at least you know when the monsters arrive, back at home the Russian bomber is as unpredictable as the air, the American fed rebels are equally ruthless when they drag their own sisters and mothers for their carnal desires.
The dinghy reaches the beach and the refugees among whom Umar is one, are taken to the camp in Moria, the largest camp where the greatest fall of humanity is seen, the camp which could barely accommodate 2000 individual is now full to the neck and still filling in with refugees that are now around 10000 and counting.
Who knows what is real reasons for the wars nowadays, The Great American Intervention has caused more problems than solve them, had they not provided arms to Afghan tribes at the time of Russian occupation they would not have given rise to terrorism. It's not that we were not fighting Jihad or Crusades earlier, but this is different, a pell of oil leads to the invasion and quasi-puppet reigns are put up for dominating a region.
The world is reacting, it needs to stop contemplate and respond, making sure that in the process of making peace innocents are not made scapegoats. In the process of establishing supremacy and hegemony nations not ravished. Under the disguise of trade, poverty not alleviated. we have advanced very far from the inconsiderate apes. we simply cannot harm the others for selfish reasons.
The world is changing, we have many more problems to worry than, to worry about, if a certain country listens to the US or Russia. (By the way, they too, have problems of gun shooting, unemployment and fiscal deficit) Those who cannot manage their own homes, will not be able to manage the world, however hard they might try.
(Children watch cartoons in the Hope and Peace Centre founded by Salam Aldeen)
We will have to explain ourselves to the future generations of our inabilities to take action when humanity suffered its worst. We cannot simply forget and forgive the war criminals, and for the larger part, ourselves for somewhere our wants for extravagance and materialism has taken the innocence of a child.
But it will be unwise to leave this short frustration without a quote of great
"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed." -Mahatma Gandhi
It is the responsibility of the strong to protect the weak and not bully them, for they are strong because there are weak.
The Article is Hypothetical Story and is inspired by the article in The Guardian the pictures are also from the same source.
Hope this opens and rubs the dust of the minds of American and Russian Govt. that world is not their playground and people, not their toys.
(Camps in Greece)
(Camps in Greece, Moria)
(Camps in Greece)
Aasia, never knew what it was to be a child, until 5 yrs she was taken by her father to various houses around Syria, fleeing one town from another, one rebel region to the other, she hardly remembered where she was born, by the time she was 7 yrs and 8 months she was on some dinghy like Umar, gaping at the horizon for the land taking the shape of an island.
When Aasia arrived at the coast of Moria, she had just traded a warzone to hell, here she was cramped with more than 30 people in a shelter made of steel containers, the stench of sewage and garbage soon made her forget the smell of fresh air, the bathrooms chocked to degree that the pool of human filth reached the mattress that was but only inch away from the pot. But this too was heaven considering the coming of night, when the animals in the containers would rise to give their desires free reign, Aasia cried every night as she was visited by animals every night. not alone but in packs.
The psychological degradation of humans to a degree when the desires so basic were uncontrollable is unimaginable, we sitting at far in ac rooms cannot empathise however we try with the monsters that visited Aasia, these monsters were no one but her own uncles and brothers.
( People – mainly from Afghanistan – at the Olive Grove camp, next to Moria)
And in the morning when subdued with the monsters often getting only a little sleep that too only with fatigue, Aasia would rise and hope for the new world, the world that chose to look away, the world who thought it was not their concerns, the world who closed the door on the children, the world which cared little if not at all.
One day Aasia and the others, boys even, decided to put an end to the monsters of the night and with that thought, they committed what in any religion is a sin, SUICIDE. With children like Aasia, drowning their hopes of a better future the world surrounded by technology just seems superficial, what's the use of these things materialism when the flowers are crushed under the boots.
But Umar must head to the beach, the life seems forgiving here, at least you know when the monsters arrive, back at home the Russian bomber is as unpredictable as the air, the American fed rebels are equally ruthless when they drag their own sisters and mothers for their carnal desires.
The dinghy reaches the beach and the refugees among whom Umar is one, are taken to the camp in Moria, the largest camp where the greatest fall of humanity is seen, the camp which could barely accommodate 2000 individual is now full to the neck and still filling in with refugees that are now around 10000 and counting.
Who knows what is real reasons for the wars nowadays, The Great American Intervention has caused more problems than solve them, had they not provided arms to Afghan tribes at the time of Russian occupation they would not have given rise to terrorism. It's not that we were not fighting Jihad or Crusades earlier, but this is different, a pell of oil leads to the invasion and quasi-puppet reigns are put up for dominating a region.
The world is reacting, it needs to stop contemplate and respond, making sure that in the process of making peace innocents are not made scapegoats. In the process of establishing supremacy and hegemony nations not ravished. Under the disguise of trade, poverty not alleviated. we have advanced very far from the inconsiderate apes. we simply cannot harm the others for selfish reasons.
The world is changing, we have many more problems to worry than, to worry about, if a certain country listens to the US or Russia. (By the way, they too, have problems of gun shooting, unemployment and fiscal deficit) Those who cannot manage their own homes, will not be able to manage the world, however hard they might try.
(Children watch cartoons in the Hope and Peace Centre founded by Salam Aldeen)
We will have to explain ourselves to the future generations of our inabilities to take action when humanity suffered its worst. We cannot simply forget and forgive the war criminals, and for the larger part, ourselves for somewhere our wants for extravagance and materialism has taken the innocence of a child.
But it will be unwise to leave this short frustration without a quote of great
"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed." -Mahatma Gandhi
It is the responsibility of the strong to protect the weak and not bully them, for they are strong because there are weak.
The Article is Hypothetical Story and is inspired by the article in The Guardian the pictures are also from the same source.
Hope this opens and rubs the dust of the minds of American and Russian Govt. that world is not their playground and people, not their toys.
(Camps in Greece)
(Dinghys Carrying 'Hope', many a people drown due to overcrowding)
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