Today, on the morning of December 16th 2014, the Taliban entered a Children's School in Pakistan's city of Peshawar. They broke through the doors of the auditorium, threw in a grenade and opened indiscriminate fire upon students taking exams. Children, whose only crime was going to school for an education, were not even given time to scream and call out their parents' names. If this was not enough, these monsters proceeded through the school going into classrooms at random and opened fire on children hiding under their chairs or desks. These tiny souls cried, begged and screamed for mercy but received bullets through their chests in return. By one eye-witness account, a terrorist forced a group of children to surround him in the playground and then detonated his suicide bomb vest.
Today, humanity died with these children. How did it come to this? When did the world get infested with a breed of humans so inhuman that they could massacre innocent children in front of their cold waking eyes? How did we become so desensitized to acts of terrorism that 50+ children have to die for us to give a damn?
Today, I hate Pakistan and the world we live in. Look at what happened in Sydney yesterday. Look at the unbelievably high number of school shootings in the US or what goes down in Africa or Middle East every week. Imagine the number of such barbaric incidents that go unnoticed every day simply because the death toll is not high! We are not nations. We are not a global society. We are a collection of individuals driven only by personal gain and self interests. The exceptions to that horrible truth are becoming increasingly rare. We wake up, go to work, return, eat and sleep without any care or regard for our neighbors, our relatives and the community we live in. We are only concerned for the well-being of our own skin. These terrorists, these evil creatures of our time grew up next to us. Where were we when they were taught to hate? Where were we when they decided it was okay to murder children? We are all to blame, individually and collectively.
Today, I hate myself and all of us. But do you know what the sad and undeniable truth of the matter is? That you and I will have moved on from all this in two days time and we'll be back to worrying about whether our iPhone 6 Plus is bent or not. Eventually, it will take the slaughter of thousands of innocent lives in a terrorist act for us to look up again and for me to write another convenient paragraph or two from the comfort of my living room.
Yesterday, we could have done better to avoid Today.
Today, we can do better to avoid Tomorrow.
#Peshawar #Terrorism #Pakistan
Coverage on the Peshawar Attack: http://tribune.com.pk/story/807564/gunmen-target-school-in-peshawar/
"How do i just go back to normal life after watching that?" Took some readjusting to just being me in a parking lot looking for my car.
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I've made it to Ello thanks to . I'm not sure what to make of it yet but I am all for early adoption in social media.
If any one is on there already or would like to join over the coming days, let's meet up at Ello and get the community going.
I came across a Reddit thread today on procrastination where I picked up this story and it has left me in awe. This right here is the definition of lazy.
I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.
But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.
And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to re-position the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.
He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.
By /u/TupperWolf on reddit at http://bit.ly/ZXhRMs
Didn't feel like coming into work today but somehow dragged myself to the office. I keep zoning out with those little smiles flashing in front of me.
The day after the #PeshawarAttack is even worse. How can one go back to being normal after an event as horrific as this? And yet we must move on and not succumb to fear. And yet we must fight back harder with a show of strength and compassion wherever necessary.
We must follow in the footsteps of #illridewithyou and #IndiaWithPakistan .
Continuing coverage of the tragedy: http://tribune.com.pk/story/808157/live-nation-mourns-141-lives-lost-in-peshawar-school-attack/
How should I do it?
Google+ has been around a while and it has been quite a ride so far. I joined the network on the day it was launched as an invite-only platform. The community back then was naturally very small but that made for great content and discussions. It felt like the next big thing and it was... for a while.
I loved it here back then because it was the community of early adopters that joined hands to help build this e-society. Unique users were flooding in by the thousands every day. They weren't sure how to shift away from Facebook or Twitter. And so began my series of article to help the growing user base of Google+. I doubt they are still relevant but the list is here for the curious readers: bit.ly/gpresources
Community hangouts then kicked in ushering in a different kind of mass social interaction. I used the idea to launch my Google+ Movie Magic Club(bit.ly/gp_mmc). We had lots of fun for a few months choosing different movies and then watching them with strangers over hangouts.
My love for Tolkien encouraged me to announce Middle-Earth (bit.ly/gplus-middleearth) with google's new Community feature. It was great curating content there for fans as crazy as I was.
Eventually, however, my interest in Google+ dwindled. My bachelor days had ended and I became busy with my new life. I tried getting back into it several times over the last couple of years but I couldn't find that focus or dedication again.
I am guilty of abandoning my fantastic community of more than 500,000 G+ friends. Without them I would not have enjoy this platform as much as I did. And now I want to return to them, to you all, so we may have more good times together on the interwebz.
But how do I go about picking up from where I left? How do I begin again? What's new?
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