Even though we all have agenda’s, phones, reminders and secretaries we still fail to be reminded of those who need our help. We set an alarm to wake up early in the morning so that we can rush our self to our work, our company or our gym. But the time which is precious to us in the race towards success, money, recognition and fame is concidered a waist of time for helping those in need.
The world has become a place that when you reach out towards someone in need it is concidered an insult on time. We use hours to define our self by clothing in a certain way, we share a certain lifestyle which will define our class, we ride a certain car which will define our taste for journey but we wont seem to understand the true meaning of our beating heart. While everything is different we all share one thing in common a beating heart as a symbole of being alive in life.
Why is it that only when great, mass suffering occures we are willing to help a hand? When the Tsunami blew away homes and lifes we all were shocked, paralyzed and so aware of helping. When we walk on the streets of our city and see someone searching shelter from the heavy rainfall in the cold winter months we keep on walking. Why is it that suffering only becomes important when it has quantity and extreme devastation? Why is it that disasters have to happen before we understand the responsibility of humanity? Why is it that confessions have to be made before we question the uncountable innocent lives lost? Is that our way of reminders for the actual things in life? Do we need inhuman reminders to stay connected with humanity? We keep reminding our self on daily basis that we have certain obligations towards our work, our family, our friends and our personal development but why do we forget the biggest obligation of life: that of humanity?
Some may think am uttering a certain philosophical way of thinking but when we humans cant function without reminders then why should we not use those reminders to stay connected with the world, our heart, soul and humanity on daily basis? Everything that gives you pain is not worth your time , is the motto of this generation but do we understand that pain is like a boomerang . The harder you swing it away the harder it hits you back. Running away from it is madness, facing it with caution is bravery.
A helping hand does not mean saving hunderds of lives, a helping hand is holding one hand that needs strength and guidance, understanding suffering even if it means sharing your voice for those who cant raise theirs in a land far away from your bed. A helping hand is reminding yourself and others of giving without asking back in return. A helping hand is sharing your land, your safety and your humanity when it seems to lack somewhere else. A helping hand is carring even if you wont gain anything in return except for the feeling of beeing human.
If this generation only reacts on the beats of a reminder instead of the beats of the heart then we should set out a reminder to care every single day. It is not odd to remind your self of the fact that humanity is what we share, what we stand for and what we wish to seek for our selves and our lovedones. So start this habit of reminding yourself and your surrounding every day with a certain reminder to care and give selflessly to those who need your help, your voice, your heart your strength.
These few weeks have been extremely hard for all the Afghans arround the world. We were spectators of a betrayal that led our country back to the medieval. Twenty years ago the world was misled to a war that killed thousands of Afghans, millions of Afghans fled the country and many lost their homes. Afghanistan the heart of Asia. The home of a rich culture, hospitality , amazing nature, History, music and the land of treasures worth trillions of dollars is once again used, misused and sacrificed for geopolitics and money.
The Afghan diaspora has cried, pleeded, asked, demanded and explained to the world, their governments, the worldleaders, the humanright organisations to have mercy on the bleeding people of Afghanistan. The harder we screamed the more our voices were shut down. This was when i realised that we act as if we care about humanity, human rights, equality and change but in our core we dont give a damn about people far from our beds. We would love to donate a certain ammount of money but we dont want them in our countries. We would love to go to their sad lands and volunteer but we dont need them here taking away our culture.
To care is to feel the beat of your heart , to know the purpose of your existence and to feel the duty of humanity. If you lack this ability then start setting reminders. Because if you dont, you will be to late to save your own humanity.
My name is Sodaba Abibzay, I am a 35 year old refugee from Afghanistan. I studied Law and work at an NGO. I began writing for just one reason - creating awareness-
I have seen lots of things as a Women, a refugee and a Muslim . All those events made me question certain things and gave me the inspiration to capture it in words. Now days we are more aware of our social media status than our loved ones, we care more about the likes than the smile of a friend, we are so hungry for power, money and a carriere that we forget our own peace of mind and dignity. We sell relationships for fake contacts and we take goodness for granted.
I hope people create a sense of understanding and awareness by reading my articles. I hope people understand the importance of reflection and growth.
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