How sad that even after all the wars and their devastating impact we still haven’t learned. A new century. A new Millennium. Begun with an attack -4,000 dead. Honouring them are 400,000 dying in Afghanistan and Iraq. Theirs and ours .People are dying. Cluster bombs are still killing children in the streets of Baghdad .There are suicide bombers in a funeral procession… there are double attacks and suicide bombers kill again when people gather to help.
Terrorists are not only taking our lives, they are taking our humanity .Our instinct to help others in pain. They want us to be gripped by fear ,and make slaves of us with that fear.
Imagine those children growing up ,the orphan you made stand and watch while you killed his father. Imagine hearing about the death of your loved one, now imagine seeing them die. Now imagine, being told to stand still by the pointing of a gun in the hands of a beast who fears not God nor values human life. Now watch your loved one being slaughtered. Even when they kill animals, they do it away from other animals. Now imagine 5 of your teachers and being aged 4 maybe 5(?) studying in a normal day at school. In the better Liberated Iraq .Now imagine two hundred and fifty school children standing around you, with you, being made to watch the killing of your teachers. Bullets are bad enough, but the aim is to terrorize you ,make you remember vividly the image , the expressions , the nausea your feeling ,the fear, so they slit open their teachers throats instead. In front of two hundred and fifty five year olds who came to learn the alphabet.
He remembers that day, all of them students silent but trembling, but most of all , he remembers You. It is your masked face and pointed gun barking orders he will never forget. Oh, he may never know your identity specifically. But he remembers You and what You did. And out of the hundreds who tremble will be thousands more , with clear images of You etched into their minds, into their days and their nights and their breaths. And slowly , but definitely these thousands will come for you .And there wont be a person You will find shelter with because death follows us all. But, You will be haunted and hunted by that five year old boy who was just another infidel in a sea of infidels. How Your lesson went wrong. Instead of fearing You, they have boldly come after You. You took their sleep, their breaths, their ordinary day and turned it into a nightmare , their love for school and meeting their friends into a public slaughter ground ,You took their innocence and replaced it with hatred and revenge, You took their laughter and gave them bodies to weep over, You took their delicate little hearts and filled them with the despair of broken dreams, You took their dimpled smiles and bubbling voices and replaced it with soul piercing screams, in your eyes you took five lives, in theirs you took and took, and took everything of theirs. Now they are here, all grown up, waiting to take your life from you.
You killed 5 “infidels”.Now face the army you have created.
They will not kill you for revenge solely, or frustration of the fear You tried to Master them with, or for their loss of everything sweet You made so bitter , but for those children too, who couldn’t grow up because of what You left them with. Some lost their minds, some were traumatized for life, a few got help, but most of them died. Their emotions, the way they feel about You is enough to kill You. You stop being the victor and become just you. One more man who killed five people and left two hundred and fifty near death. They will not spare you. They waited to either die, or to meet you , to kill you.
I look up and take a deep breath. It was so real and I wasn’t even there, with the school children, nor was I the reporter who spoke to the children .I heard it in the comfort of my home, in another country, thousands of miles away through the news .
I know that You and Your entire “army” of cowards will die, because your ideology is built on fault lines, bound to crack open and swallow You whole. So I leave You to your fate and the reckoning of those angles of the Infidels You killed.
This is what I wrote about a year n half ago and it saddens me to see that its still relevant, with only more wars to include like Gaza ,Lebanon and our own war raging in Swat. Cities burn, human flesh is scorched and peels off because of weapons of mass destruction in the hands of the Great Liberators. Meanwhile the world stays silent, for who will dare police the police and arouse unnecessary fury ? Which child will dare tell the Emperor that he wears no clothes? Who will speak up in a country where human slaughter has become as natural as the rising of the sun? Most importantly ,who will speak ,even if it’s just to whisper to the Mighty King ,that cruelty flourishes through the mortal hand?
I pray for all those children, men ,women and elderly, caught up in wars ,forced on them by liberators, wars not important enough to be solved. For all of you I pray you remain safe, and I hope those children suffering from war know that your lives are not worthless. They have touched mine. And we pray for you. All of you.
For your nightmares to be replaced with sleep, your despair with dreams, and wait to hear the sound of your gurgling laughter.
Amplified a thousand times over.