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Some days my heart hurts not for things inside my head but for what we have become. Us. Humans. People. We.
Everything about us is so repulsive, damaged and irreparable. I mean even God must be wondering what happened to the tiny pretty people that were created to bring life to a lonely planet. We have become Haters, Extremists, Cheats, Murderers, Terrorists and Egoistic monsters who would do anything to destroy love that is not straight, religion that is not ours, people with different skin color and accent, neighbors we were raised to dislike and humans we have never met but we truly believe are responsible for all the bad that happened to our people in some ancient history, we weren’t even part of.
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe we were meant to hate each other in the name of religion, cast, color, gender and disability. Maybe I’m defected if i think otherwise. Maybe the fault is in me. But if I’m wrong, if I’m defected then I guess I don’t want anyone to fix me. I rather be broken, defective and wrong than be part of a human system that feeds on hatred and anger and vendetta.
I saw this movie today and I think it got me thinking about it. Truth be told, I dont think earth has that many years left for us to grow up and become tolerant to each other. Cause the amount of hate we have around us, it would take a good couple of hundred years for the us to be anything more.
I think the only people who stay with us till the end are the characters we meet in the books we read. Last night i finished reading Torn Thread, a book based on a story of a 12 year old girl’s experience in a Nazi camp. Holocaust stories, real or fiction, often make me wonder how low humanity went.
I may not understand the complexity of religion and politics and old wars the world went through, but the ugly naked truth behind stories of people who died, or lived to talk about it, breaks my heart. When i read a holocaust book i don’t see a Jewish girl or boy or woman being denied life in Auschwitz, i see kids and women being brutally murdered.
Torn Thread is another book of courage, hope, faith, sisterhood, pain and dark truth of the good and bad we have become. I loved the book. I did.
When i finished reading it i couldn’t help but wonder how much resemblance it bears to Moon at Nine. Yes, i know the latter is a story of innocent love in the wrong era and the former is a story of sisterhood and struggle in a painful era. But both the books had true stories with nations at war and young protagonists who suffered and were made to pay the consequences of their existence.
We don’t need another planet, we are not meant to be civilized. We merely breath and procreate as we stamp over the privilege of being the only living beings in a lonely world of empty planets.
All we do is struggle and work hard to afflict pain on the weaker ones. We are not human beings god created us to be. We are broken parts of the good and bad left behind in the war of religion and politics. That’s what we are.