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/
Brutal perhaps, but that's okay, because we know Ahmedis aren't 'real' Pakistanis anyway. After all, I'm a real Muslim unlike them, so why would I care?
Then they came for the Shias. Brutal perhaps, but that's okay, because we know Shias aren't 'real' Pakistanis anyway. After all, I'm a Sunni, a real Muslim unlike them, so why would I care?
Then they came for the journalists and politicians speaking out against the blasphemy laws. Brutal perhaps, but that's okay, because we know these secular/non-Muslim journalists and politicians aren't 'real' Pakistanis anyway. After all, I love the Prophet more than anything else, making me a real Muslim unlike them, so why would I care?
Then they came for the Christians. But that's okay, because we know Christians aren't 'real' Pakistanis anyway. After all, I'm a Muslim unlike them, so why would I care?
Then they came for Malala. Brutal perhaps, but that's okay, because we know this western stooge giving Pakistan, and therefore Islam, a bad image isn't a 'real' Pakistani anyway. After all, say it with me: I am not Malala! I am a real Muslim!
Then they came for the children in a Pak Army school. But that's okay, because they are not real Pakista- oh, wait.
What just happened? How could this happen?
Pakistan styles itself proudly as the great garrison state, and yet the very first line of defence above, and second, and third, and fourth, and so on, ad nauseum ... have long been reduced to rubble. The real enemy has long laid siege to it, beleaguered its people, and blown cavernous holes through its walls. Too many of us folks inside did not take much notice of these holes until our own children were hit en masse, not least because we were too distracted by the 'real' Line Of Defence over there on that side.
Pakistan is also home to a deep and creative underground thread of talent that has woven itself into existence despite the corruption and statism of the overground overlords. Here there is so much to be proud of, as no-one is discriminated against with elusive crimes for not being a 'real' Pakistani. Here the unconditional defence of minorities, religious or otherwise, is recognised as the first line of defence, and the aspiration for liberty is cherished and appreciated in a way that has been forgotten elsewhere.
Pakistan was forged by minorities for minorities to be free and equal, away from the caste-minded mob. We escaped the Hindu caste system only to allow the scaffolding to go up for one of our own making: a 'real' Pakistani is measured by what religious garb he feigns to wear. And the Taliban have taken advantage of this. But the 'real' Pakistani is a unicorn. There is no such thing, never has been, and never will be. Should the first line of defence fall, then we all fall together. We fall to that singular minority of Muslims who respond to words with violence, principally against non-violent minorities as a way of intimidating the rest of society.
The Taliban will not be satisfied to stop at minorities. They will keep coming for the intellectuals, the cultured, the progressives, the cosmopolitans, the teachers, the creatives, the artists, the musicians, the writers, the performers, the opinionated and not-so-opinionated. And yes, the Taliban will come for schoolchildren - yet again. They will tread on the infirm, whether physical or mental. They will persecute the transgenders and the homosexuals. They will subjugate women without remorse. And then the Taliban will turn on the very intellectual cowards that praised them from within Pakistan, and their minted PhDs will not save them, because there will be no-one left to speak out for them. How do we know this? Because the Taliban have done all this before, and they very much mean to do it again. They are past masters of the art of post-hoc rationalisation for their inhumanity.
But we also know what the Taliban deeply fear. And herein lies hope for all our children. The journalist Maheen Usmani said after the Peshawar massacre: "Beware of dissembling, distortion & hijacking of narrative by Taliban apologists. Do not fall into their trap." Indeed, to stop the Taliban and their apologists, we can begin by recognising that they do not care who or what a 'real' Pakistani is. If we want others to speak out for us in time, neither should any of us.
There is still hope for the future of our children. The permanence of our strength against the Taliban will come via the strength of our compassion for each other, our many and diverse minorities, and not with just a little courage.
"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.
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?
Pido disculpas por no contestar, He estado de vacaciones, doce dìas, y no he podido participar, las comunicaciones no iban bien algunos dia, en el Paìis que he estado..
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