Afgan Babies- I am sorry that We fucked up

The day started with the disgusting news, an attack from the IS was conducted on a maternity word in Afghanistan. I don't know what to do, I can feel a flood of tears mixed with sadness and anger are bubbling  through my spine and reaching towards my brain. My brain cries now, instead of my eyes. Since I have seen the body of abbu's body, it has become very hard to cry.

I really don't know what to do- so I have decided to do the only thing I can- write. I am going to write till I understand what makes a human being take a rifle in his hand and shoot a fellow human being. 

The answer is probably very very simple, but as Tagore said- Short and simple answers have the most complicated process to find them.

I am not going to blame them, as they do have there own perspective and their own world. I will try to understand their philosophy- so that we can co-exist. One quote by Arundhati Roy always brings me to tears:

“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe.

The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.

Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”

Don't you think that the same can happen in this case? If we try to understand the IS people?

I think mockery is a turn off when you try to get to know new people. Of course, it strengthens the friendship you already have. After all what is a friend if you cant mock her with her every step and get mocked back. But when you are getting to know people- mockery stands in the way of understanding them. When you see someone for the first time, trust me it's not them but the impression of a worthy human they have in their minds. Talk to them in the second day, third day and by the end of the sixtieth day may be you'll get to know what they really think of the movie you talked about on your first day.

I think I need to get to the indoors of some really religious people and listen to their stories. Maybe my family can be on the spectrum too, somewhere in the middle as per to my perception. That'll show that everyone- every human being gets to think that they are normal- but they also have to tolerate the abnormal people around them.