A teardrop on the world’s indifferent face.

The world wishes to hide me, but i am here. Numbers are too many to be ignored. The crisis is too big to be overlooked. Yet i disturb. I disturb because the world still has a conscience. It can feel guilt. The guilt indeed. Not the guilt of having witnessed in slience, but the guilt of having lived in the same period of time where millions of people kept asking for their own right to live, and knowing that if those peoplse had a different colour skin, had their country’s name been different, they would have acted in another way.

I am a major burden for the international community.They cant rationally ignore my plea, yet they know they wont deliver the efforts they delivered for other crisis. So what shall they do ? The best way to make that guilt to pass is to create excuses. While the people of pakistan suffer from hunger and diseases being immersed in flood waters, it is time to remind people that the governement of Pakistan is the most corrupted one amongst “muslim” countries. The muslim had to be added. Makes more sense to non muslims.

One argument is not enough to make that guilt to fade away. “Hum… Let’s find another one. Something that Pakistani has, and that we do not have all and that we might be jealous about. Ha ! Nuclear powe”r. Argument Number 2 : Your government has money to have Nuclear weapons but when it comes to helping its own people, you beg around the world.

Two arguments are enough. Three and its a done deal. Let’s find another one. Here we go. “You want people to care about you while your own president was busy counting the number of rooms he had in his castle and the number “0′s” he had in his european bank accounts while “his” so called people where entering ramadhan having no other option but to fast all day and night so rare was the food on the ground hit by the flood”.

Now with those 3 arguments, we can justify our lack of sympathy for Pakistan. Mission accomplished.

This is what happened to me. I expected a helping hand and found a pointing finger. I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. Between my own governement, and a fading guilt.

I am a tear dop on the world’s indifferent face. I leave the eyes i was in. Eyes who witnessed more than they should have. I leave those already wet eyes in order to find peace myself in a dry place. I drop from the world’s indifferent face only to reach the ground where i thought I’d be more useful feeding a flower in need. I land but not on the ground. How could i forget ? I am surrounded by an ocean. An ocean of water amongst ruins of what used to be my home. I land on that immense quantity of water. My body joins the other billions of drops that formed that entity. Other tear drop join me. Rain starts to drop, and nothing comes. Nothing seems to have changed. My life or death didnt have the power to do anything. They failed to create a difference. Like you did when you decided to be indifferent.

Advertisement