Life is too short. Matter of fact, it becomes shorter, painful and difficult to absorb when one die for no good reason. Roughly around 10,000 children lost a parent and over 1,609 people lost a spouse on that day, September11, 2001. Hundreds more have died to protect the rest of others. How could we forget that cold reality which not only have made bewildered and speechless, but also had ripped many of our lives. Gaming with the system and then transforming sky creepers steel buildings to rubbles of dust was not a blunt action. Was it? Convolutedly, I tried to whisper my vague curiosity. “Are all planes meant to be crashed into the building just to win this small, senseless battle?” Who is accountable for the missed cradles that these children deserved or pride citizens who became victims of this ugly triumph for no reason? Long before I realized, my probing queries must have been exuded from those horrific piles of death. Ironically, I sense this threat has certainly dragged people and has harassed the nation to a farcical extent.
Many years have passed, I still get agitated every now and then when I see airport terminals becomes an absurd movie theater or some kind lined up by passengers, when bag packs of elderly are harshly removed and inspected with suspicion, when an stranger who works in a security clearance, comes and asks me to take off my belt in front of big crowd because it has a metal buckle to it. And I am required to witness and obey with great deal of fete and patience without any humiliation, pretending as if I was a dead spectator and it’s all right to get through this torture constantly every time.
Many citizens have reshaped their lives irrevocably in many ways; some have quitted their jobs and have moved to another States, while others have unable to attune their memories with peace and securities. Violence and rage against strangers is way beyond to comprehend. Let me not go there otherwise I may sound like we have already stepped closer altogether into new war. The fact, yet remain to squabble is that around 4,000 people die by accidental drowning every year. We already have lost over 1,100 Americans during the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. And those who managed to return home from war are clinically depressed. Should we veil these facts too or heal all of these???
Wait a minute! We are trying so hard to heal our problems by perpetuating 25millon dollars reward to capture terrorist and additionally we are also imposing our will, “the war on terrorism.” May be we can’t heal because we are so full of ourselves. We have bigger cars, more choices at the supermarket, more shrink-wrapped gadgets to prolong our lives. Why do we care if others starve or not? Our society is not over-indulged and our attitude is the “the most defensive way is to offense others.” I can’t tell you now how privileged I feel to get an education from the world most powerful nation paying three times the tuition rate. My strength has depleted to see the wave of evocation of so felt superficial patriotism. Or perhaps patriotism did replace humanism!
I do hold every ounce of sympathy for all those who were forced to be crusaded on that catastrophic event and also for the ones whose memories are repleted forever with fears, anxieties and insecurities. I share the same ground and sob each time with them. My dark skin and black hair are prejudices to this tragedy as well. And I suffer and vent with the same intensity. I do understand this dilemma is disheartening; yet, I go to school, eat my food, do my laundry and smile when I can.
Many years have passed, I still get agitated every now and then when I see airport terminals becomes an absurd movie theater or some kind lined up by passengers, when bag packs of elderly are harshly removed and inspected with suspicion, when an stranger who works in a security clearance, comes and asks me to take off my belt in front of big crowd because it has a metal buckle to it. And I am required to witness and obey with great deal of fete and patience without any humiliation, pretending as if I was a dead spectator and it’s all right to get through this torture constantly every time.
Many citizens have reshaped their lives irrevocably in many ways; some have quitted their jobs and have moved to another States, while others have unable to attune their memories with peace and securities. Violence and rage against strangers is way beyond to comprehend. Let me not go there otherwise I may sound like we have already stepped closer altogether into new war. The fact, yet remain to squabble is that around 4,000 people die by accidental drowning every year. We already have lost over 1,100 Americans during the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. And those who managed to return home from war are clinically depressed. Should we veil these facts too or heal all of these???
Wait a minute! We are trying so hard to heal our problems by perpetuating 25millon dollars reward to capture terrorist and additionally we are also imposing our will, “the war on terrorism.” May be we can’t heal because we are so full of ourselves. We have bigger cars, more choices at the supermarket, more shrink-wrapped gadgets to prolong our lives. Why do we care if others starve or not? Our society is not over-indulged and our attitude is the “the most defensive way is to offense others.” I can’t tell you now how privileged I feel to get an education from the world most powerful nation paying three times the tuition rate. My strength has depleted to see the wave of evocation of so felt superficial patriotism. Or perhaps patriotism did replace humanism!
I do hold every ounce of sympathy for all those who were forced to be crusaded on that catastrophic event and also for the ones whose memories are repleted forever with fears, anxieties and insecurities. I share the same ground and sob each time with them. My dark skin and black hair are prejudices to this tragedy as well. And I suffer and vent with the same intensity. I do understand this dilemma is disheartening; yet, I go to school, eat my food, do my laundry and smile when I can.
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