The recent incident of arrant barbarity in the city of lights almost stunned every human soul here and around the world. The grief is immense and the action equally reprehensibe. All that is lost in property and material can and will be compensated for but that lost in form of human values and emotional affliction caused to the families of the victims can never be remunerated for in any form of money. The code orange, in the hospitals, will be over soon, mothers will stop crying for their sons and wives stop waiting for their husbands who by now are 6 feet deep under the earth. Children will cry but then they will loose hope too and cling to the chests of their wailing mothers. The mosque will be rebuilt better than before and prayers will start with more fervour and zest. But the psychological scar, i am afraid, will not leave already marred face of our fragile society. It will become a part of our subconcious and in trun give rise to a similar event. All i can ask is Why and pity this nation. We were never meant to be this way.
Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion;
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
And that deems the glittering comqueror beautiful;
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
Save when it walks in a funeral,
And will rebel not save when its neck is laid,
Between the sword and the block;
Pity the nation where sages are dumb with years,
And whose strong men are yet in cradle;
Pity the nation divided in fragments,
Each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
And that deems the glittering comqueror beautiful;
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
Save when it walks in a funeral,
And will rebel not save when its neck is laid,
Between the sword and the block;
Pity the nation where sages are dumb with years,
And whose strong men are yet in cradle;
Pity the nation divided in fragments,
Each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Khalil Gibran
1853-1931
1853-1931
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