Not to talk in John Mayer songs but I feel like I'm tired of waiting on the world to change. A man and his thirteen year old son were shot dead yesterday, most likely for belonging to a different sect than the majority of Muslims in this foresaken country. Hazaras are dropping like flies; people who are so gentle, kind, amiable, being targeted because of their ethnicity and beliefs... we will turn them, too, into monsters. I can't wrap my mind around it. I know I'm no one to judge, but hey, at least I have that sense. I know that even if I want to skin these people alive and torture them till I see a hint of soul in their eyes, I can't, because that's not my call, it's not my place. But here they are tearing my country to shreds, killing innocent men, women and children, stripping families of loved ones, spreading shrapnel and hatred amongst communities which at the very root of it, are happy.
They're too illiterate to come together, build on love, preach unity, faith & discipline - the three words this nation was founded upon, and instead yearn to take matters into their own, uneducated, crude, hands, eliminating anyone they think is different. These thoughts keep me up at night... how will I raise a family here? Sure, this place has moulded me, the sea breeze is something that has sculpted me and become a part of me, the earth has coloured me and the warm sunshine has made me feel at peace, but really, is this the same Karachi, the same Pakistan that I grew up in? Is this where I'd be comfortable sending my children off to school? Unfortunately... no, I would not. That saddens me, but it's a reality I wish had dawned upon my parents before things got so out of hand... I wish they had skidaddled when they had the chance.
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