The Broken World

“Name – My beautiful boy.
Cause of death – This broken world.”
~ ― Christy Lefteri, The Beekeeper of Aleppo

Living in the War Zone or leaving the motherland turned into War Zone; both are equally dreadful. Sometimes I read something and don’t want them to be on my reading list alone. I wish I could have gotten the clarity to channel this longing. In the past few weeks, I read “The Beekeeper of Aleppo.” And quite often, I needed to shut down the pages and inhale to assimilate the unbelievable reality of millions of people around the globe. Indeed, we humans don’t need any other enemy to bring the destruction on ourselves; we are pretty self-sufficient to create hell on this planet and get all kinds of torture and suffering. But what does it feel like to suffer for something you never actually committed? And what it feels like to be born into a place at the wrong time. Reading about such a fate makes me grateful for being born into the right place at the right time. Sitting in this part of Mother Earth, I could not imagine the lives of humans who count every moment for their survival, who don’t know how horrible the next moment could be. Nothing is scarier than losing the comfort and security of being treated as a human being. Kids are Toddlers are either the experimental objects for training the Snipers or just wiped out for the pleasure of killing. In a land where kindness and compassion are gone for infants and toddlers, you could not expect mercy on yourself. In such land, those who successfully protect their breath somehow live lives far beyond painful and haunting. The memories are so encroaching that sometimes people create ghosts of their good days to bear the losses. It is true that “Sometimes we create such powerful illusions so that we do not get lost in the darkness.”( Quoted from “The Beekeeper of Aleppo.”)

The inhumanity and the demonic behavior that arises burn people’s souls forever. They leave their motherlands and everything they gathered far behind, in the ashes and debris. And those who managed to keep breathing, it takes real strength and courage to trust human society again and rebuild their lives.

These accounts are the lives of millions across the world who are discarded from their own country, not just fictional accounts. The plight of a parent to cope with the loss of the son who was blown into pieces in the house courtyard amidst the terror and horror of the country’s seizure in the “Beekeeper of Aleppo. ” This is only a tiny reflection of the hideous life of people who are crushed in the war among the major political or economic powers sitting in different parts of the world.

Such war happens for whatsoever wrong or right reasons, but there is no reason to erase millions of innocent lives forever in evil ways. Countries fight with each other for territories; a piece of land seems more valuable than more than millions of lives found shelter in that land. Lives are ruthlessly compromised on the verge of political, geographical, and sometimes religious conflicts. When the past and present are eroded from the land so brutally that there is no hope for the future, then it’s a matter of surprise what we are fighting for and for whom!