16th December 2014.
I think of the silence that fell over Pakistan that screamed horror. Hundreds of children left at the mercy of heartless men with only murder on their minds. Eight hours of pure, bloody, hell. Unimaginable and unforgettable.Peshawar lies in deep darkness. 141 more lives lost to a war that has already claimed countless others worldwide.
Its unfair that children who have seen so less of this world had their lives taken from them in such a brutal disgusting act of terror;children who have seen so less of this ugly shapeless world. Mankind is becoming less humane and more primitive as it feeds on its need for power. Blood has become a small price to pay for a war that holds no true meaning. These men boast grossly disfigured corpses in the name of religion. What good is religion if its laws call for the death of your soul? Of course, in reality, no religion demands the life of another human being in sacrifice for its growth. These men choose to manipulate the idea of god for what is, in fact, the most human thing to do. Human, not humane. Because as humans we crave and crave. We crave for power, we crave for money, and we will stop at nothing. We have, in these course of events, just witnessed how far Man can go. The real fear lies in the fact that this isn't the end. What seems like the last straw is only the beginning.
For the mother who last saw her child alive before sending her to school, to the brother who can only stand and watch his sister burn, to the child that watched the fires feed on her teacher, the child that saw her friends breathe their last in a pool of their own blood. Lets pray, to your gods and mine and hope they're listening.
