“We Feel We Are Cursed”

The report, “‘We Feel We Are Cursed’: Life under ISIS in Sirte, Libya,” also finds that ISIS is inflicting severe hardship on the local population by diverting food, medicine, fuel, and cash, along with homes it seized from residents who fled, to fighters and functionaries it has amassed in the Mediterranean port city. As the de facto government in Sirte, ISIS has the duty to ensure that all residents are able to exercise their basic human rights, including the rights to food and health.

Source: “We Feel We Are Cursed”

Humanity in Humans: Where is it?

It’s Easter Sunday.

Here in the Americas, people are celebrating by eating future diabetic problems.

On the other side of the world, in Pakistan to be specific, there’s been a terrorist attack by the most pathetic and inhumane of creatures (the title “human beings” isn’t for them).

A park was bombed.

A park where kids and their parents were trying to have a good time spending their Easter evening there because they thought this was the best gift they could give their children and the only one they could afford. The park where no one meant any harm but rather just wanted to spend some peaceful time away from the polluted city where relatively clean air could be breathed in.

This park, where parents gleefully decided on taking their kids thinking that the worst that could happen would be their child falling off a swing or slide and scraping their knee on the gravel.

They didn’t know they would wake up to a house with no sound and no laughter the next day.

Not the light breathing of their child as he or she slept soundly beside them nor the rush of the Monday as they prepared their child’s lunch and sent them off to school.

Even worse did they not expect to find that the only thing left to bury of their child was just a fragment of their body.

Religion has nothing to do with this.

Whether the victims were Christians or Muslims has no significance whatsoever.

At the end of the day what was buried was a human being.

At the end of the day, the injured being treated in the hospitals are human beings.

At the end of the day, the traumatized survivors are still human beings.

Those who donated blood to the injured, those who treated the injured, those who buried the dead, and those that are there supporting the living,

They are all human beings.

And they deserve to be shown light upon by the media.

Definitely not the ones that created this sickening event.

Dull and Gloomy

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“Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day.  There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.” 
– Richelle E. Goodrich


 

Since Vancouver weather is dull and gloomy more than 3/4 of the year, it wouldn’t be fair of me to say that I am a dull and gloomy person 3/4 of the time of every year as well.

Really.

One does get bored of being dull and gloomy.

So instead, we Vancouverites find numerous ways to make us believe that the dull and gloomy weather isn’t all that.. well… dull and gloomy.

Now, we don’t quite ever get to convince ourselves this and it is kind of hard since you’re trapped inside your house every single afternoon and evening. (unless you’ve got school or work- then there’s no excuse)

And even if you like to pretend it’s sunny outside, the opposite is pretty obvious as you can tell from the dull and gloomy looks on the faces of the people in your house.

But that’s not to say that we are gloomy and dull all the time. As spring colours our dull and gloomy environment, undoubtedly our expressions change. We seem to have evolved into a new species all together. For real. If you compared the same individual in fall and winter, to the person in spring and summer, you’d have a hard time believing it’s the same person.

So there.

Climate can REALLY change one’s mood, no matter how hard we try to tell ourselves it won’t.

In response to Daily Post’s writing prompt: Climate Control”

The Periphery of my Vision

No, we are not JUST teens.
We are a movement.
A force.
And when we are compelled,
We will revolt.

Let us be who we want to be.
And you just might be left in peace.

We are imperfect.
Boy, do we get that.

We have a lot to experience, you say.
I guess it could be the case.
But we just can’t comprehend that.
Because the whole world just seems to be antagonistic toward us.

Do not restrain us.
Just let us pretend we can predominate the world.
That feeling.
It fills up the craters in our personalities.

Before another encumbrance is hurled toward us.
Oh, leave us.
Leave us be.


 

Sometimes you start writing something and you just keep writing not knowing where those words are coming from and suddenly you’re done and you take a step back and you realize what you created (just like I created this run-on sentence and only now did I realize)

The Periphery of my Vision

“[Screw] your theories. We are the way we are.”

-The Parade of Ashes (P∴)



No, we are not JUST teens.

We are a movement.
A force.
And when we are compelled,
We will revolt.  

Let us be who we want to be.
And you just might be left in peace.

We are imperfect.
Boy, do we get that. 

We have a lot to experience, you say.
I guess it could be the case.
But we just can’t comprehend that.
Because the whole world just seems to be antagonistic toward us.

Do not restrain us.
Just let us pretend we can predominate the world.
That feeling.
It fills up the craters in our personalities.

Before another encumbrance is hurled toward us.
Oh, leave us.
Leave us be.

Fame

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Why are all of us so focused on becoming known to the world? Why are we so determined to prove to the world that we really are ‘perfect’— whatever that means.

Reality is so much different. I can’t emphasize that enough to the younger generations that look up to celebrities, imagining themselves in their place. Every little kid, from even before they learn to walk, wants attention. This attribute obviously fades off for some of us but for most, it stays intact for the rest of our lives.

Who are you seeking attention from? Why are you risking so much just to prove that you really are good enough?

A few years ago, I was very determined to be known. For being a great guitarist, a great singer. Basically anything that I thought I was good at. I was so sure that that was what I wanted to do. All my energy was toward letting people know who I truly was. To just show me talent. To prove to them that I had it in me. Prove it to who?

So when I saw a flyer stating that there’d be auditions for a local music competition, I knew that this was it. This was where I’d start to become the star I wanted to be. This was where the world would know who I was. Days went by. I practiced a song that I had written. Over and over; in front of the mirror, in front of my parents, in front of my friends. The night before the audition, I was doing my practice routine in my room when I stopped mid song. A question had popped up out of nowhere. I didn’t know where it came from; maybe it was at the back of my mind the whole time. I asked myself out loud, Why do I have to prove my talent to the world? That question really shook me because wasn’t it enough that I had proven it to myself? That night, I decided I didn’t need to go to the audition. Sure I could go for fun, but even if I went, I wouldn’t be able to satisfy everyone. I wouldn’t have gotten the approval from everyone that I was skilled or talented. And even then, their opinions wouldn’t have mattered. They wouldn’t have defined who I am or who I want to be. It is my happiness that matters.

Because when you truly give up trying to impress people and worrying about what they might think, that is when you find true happiness.

That wins over everything.