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I am trying to put my feelings into words. What do i feel when i see these horrifying images, these terrible scenes? These images which i never thought i would see, which my mind cannot fathom.
What is more horrifying?
That half buried toddler?
Those missing bits of flesh?
The endless spatters of blood
Those agonized expressions
The terrifying panic and grief frozen on those faces to haunt us
Children at a tender age where all they are supposed to worry about is the toy they lost..
Children at that same age giving horrifying mature speeches screaming at us to help them
With each of these images how do i feel?
How do i explain? How to put into words
I feel drained of life. I feel utterly helpless.
And just for a tiny, pathetically short lived moment, before i return to my normal life, I feel terrified for an instant.
I feel a flash of mind numbing terror, and I quickly brush it away, unexplored. I hit the “like” or “sad” or “share” button on the post and scroll forward and move on.
Today i want to explore the reason for that terror.
My mind relies on logic. I am a person of faith, I believe that One perfect God exists. Yes, those people are suffering, but the fact that there is a Being who cares a billion times more for their sufferings and, Who is completely in control of their situation, exists.
They will be compensated far more than their sufferings, that is my faith. No questions here.
The terror is not for them so much, as it is for us, for humanity overall.
I tremble not for those who are crying piteously, whose hearts are breaking daily, whose bones are shattering, who are suffering cold, hunger, unimaginable pain, loss and what more i cannot say.
I tremble for those who sit overfed and in peace in their homes, while their brothers in humanity are tortured.
I tremble for those who knowingly break the laws of humanity.
I tremble for those who lie, cheat, deceive for material gain.
I tremble for those who, on a tiny scale or at a large scale do unspeakable crimes.
I tremble for the billions of dirhams spent on utterly useless material gains, new and higher buildings.
I tremble at my ability to laugh at a joke 15 minutes after i have seen these images
I tremble at how “normalized” all this has become
The half buried in rubble, blood and tear streaked face of the toddler, to me, is a reflection of the ugliness that exists under the facade of righteousness all over the world, (including in me) to varying extents.
Its not injustice that worries me so much. Perfect justice exists, again no question about that. Its the day when justice is served, that makes me tremble.
Ya Allah have mercy on all those who suffer, and on all those who dont, too.
Ameen.