neurotic Iraqi wife
July 08, 2014
The Vanishing Empathy
I don't know what to think anymore. What is going on in this world? Have people really lost it? Or has it always been like this but I was away from it all for too long. Crazy criminals in Iraq. Vicious killings by Israelis and by Palestinians. Parents locking up children in hot cars. Parents leaving kids on the subway. People being punched and kicked in broad day light. I mean what the hell is going on? This week has been awful.
Maybe I should go back to concentrating on my own life. The only reason I'm so appalled by all the news is the fact that it seems to me we are losing all emotions of empathy. The one thing that I am trying so hard to teach my own kids. And yet, yet this world is becoming void of that trait. The human life is no longer seen as important. No. Not anymore.
In Iraq for instance. Everyone thinks it's about the Shia Sunni divide. But it's not. It's far more deeper. Far more dangerous. The Shia Sunni divide is just an excuse. An excuse to kill. An excuse to use religeon to kill. An excuse to use one's own interpretation of the religeon to kill.
Bringing back the Caliphate? Are they serious? Are they even for real? How much brainwashed are they to "believe" that the god THEY praise allows rape, torture, killing innocent people, is the same god that I believe in that encourages us to love, respect and sympathise? Where did they read that it's ok to carry out all those heinous crimes? Not my Quran. That's for sure.
But to me what's even worse than all this are the people. The people who stand and watch all that and film it. Film it so callously. How can someone watch a woman being bludgeoned by an officer and not do anything? Not do anything but film it on camera?!?! HOW?What is happening to us? Where is our god damned Empathy? The Vanishing Empathy...
July 02, 2014
Royal Poinciana
Certain circumstances in my personal life which I won't divulge into at this moment, changed my outlook on life. It made me realize that not everything is so black and white. It made me realize that life is truly precious. Not just life but the moments we share with our loved ones, those small moments. It can be anything. Anything like sitting in the backyard with my boys and looking up at the clouds and falling in love with the vast imagination that one of them has. Simple moments, but precious.
And just as I was listening to my boy's imaginary characters popping up in the sky, I couldn't help but wonder, how many Iraqi mothers at that same moment, had that same precious feeling? How many? And that's when my smile started to fade and my son's words became a muffled noise in the background. I doubt if there was one Iraqi mother. And that to me says it all. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that instead of enjoying life, those mothers are trying to "survive" life. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that the government made promises only to find out that these promises have ended up just like the imaginary characters up in the clouds. But those clouds are different. Those clouds are black. Black and gloomy. Yes, yes I'm sorry.
ISIS is now governing these black clouds. ISIS and all those who support them. I'm not sure if I have hope anymore. Some people say there's still hope left, maybe I should discard my old plain glasses and look through a kaleidoscope instead because to me, to me there are no white fluffy clouds on the horizon there. Or Rainbows. Or even a Royal poinciana like the one I have. Like the one my kids love to play under. And it's under that tree that I hold most of my precious memories. Under that Royal, Royal Poinciana...
