Those memories, those giggles

From early childhood, I had a vision. I wanted this country to win. I too, wanted to win. It was hard for me to think that everyone around could be so bad , so rotten to be more precise.

From early childhood, I had a vision. I wanted this country to win. I too, wanted to win. It was hard for me to think that everyone around could be so bad , so rotten to be more precise.

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But, like everyone else, I too grew up facing the world.

My parents gave me a nice, protected childhood. I was safe, I mingled with everybody; people from all religions. As it turned out, my best friend is a Muslim. She was, and still is, the person in whom I seek refuge when I’m in any kind of trouble. My younger sister, too, got along well with her best friend who is also a Muslim.

Now, the question that sometimes hits me, is: how long will we be able to protect this friendship? How long will this world spare it? Will it reduce to ashes, all those memories, those giggles, her big hearty laughs?

When I go through the newspapers, I read what reporters and columnists write about what the masses feel. I find big words, a stale repetition of events, some honest opinions and many beautifully designed phrases. What I do not find is emotion.

Yes, there are a lot of artificial emotions, the sort that we feel when we pass by an unknown person’s funeral procession. Right, so I’m supposed to believe this is enough. No, it is not. And we all know it is not.

We, as women, have to face a lot more every day. Where is this world heading? Give us all a break and a better way to go on.

It is the because of the sheer spirit of women that we have survived all odds, but now, even the moments which we live and those few free breaths are endangered.

Let’s hope a miracle happens and suddenly all these people can be sent to concentration camps all together and the world becomes free, completely free of all it’s diseases.