Sometimes even the simplest of things makes one shed tears and sometimes even the most devastating incident leaves us looking at a void but no tears come. What do I know of an emotion such that this one where people have tiny drops of dew rolling down their cheeks? As far as i know myself (and thats quite well) I’m one hell of an insensitive person. I’m not easily moved to emotions that would break me down. There are, however, times when one feels helpless. One of those rare moments took me by surprise today.
Why are we so helpless when it comes to supporting and standing up for our fellow human beings especially with whom we share a virtual link of sisterhood, a knot that tie us together emotionally and perhaps spiritually?
Here as I live every day of my life in luxury and comfort, there are my relations that i am somehow linked with, who suffer tremendously. While i sleep a carefree night in a warm bed, some little girls hide behind a fragile wall all night long awaiting their humiliated fate. Violence and insecurity have replaced the peace and integrity of my land too but I am from the guilty lot who has survived it all, untouched. I have shielded my pristine self from getting maimed and shattered physically at least. Apparently so we have triumphed over the brutalities of life. On the surface yes, but inside we too are shattered into tiny pieces.
So what do I do to save the ones fighting for what is theres. What do I do to hide my shame and conscience? Why do I close my eyes and hide my face and pretend that everything is fine. I see my own reflection in the figures sacrificing their skin, their blood, their soul. There has been a lot of blood, and there will be more of it. What can I do if not close my eyes when the ghostly waves of guilt drown me?