I am blessed to live in a country thousands risk their lives to come to. I’m blessed that my uncertainties of tomorrow is if it’s going to rain or not. I have a roof over my head, financial security – money comes and goes. I’m able to pay my bills (most of them on time). Most important, our safety is not in danger. We can sleep safe and sound while knowing tomorrow is yet another day. Our children have everything they need; the only worry my oldest kid has these days is how boring his weekend’s going to be without his best friend. Legit for a boy his age. We’re not the most wealthy, but to some it may seem that we’ve won the lottery of life.
He knows it’s a risky journey, over the sea of countless bodies. He’s aware, there lies those who didn’t make it. Those who embarked on what would be impossible, who tried and failed. He’s seen the evidence. Oblivious he’s not. Leaving means risking his life and the lives of those he loves dearly. But what choice does he have?! Staying means not living at all – that’s not a life. In hope the journey begins. Hope for a better tomorrow. A tomorrow that may or may not come. Nevertheless, tomorrow’s uncertainties is better than today’s warfare.
This could have been any man, husband or father, trying to seek protection/refuge for himself and loved ones. This could have been my husband, making the impossible choice – to risk everything. It’s in us to seek security when there’s danger; we’re integrated with a flee or fight mode. Which is basic human instincts!
They are to blame? These are people, and not to mention children who were (and some still) caught in the middle of a warfare they didn’t choose to be a part of. Nobody chooses to risk their lives and the lives of their children if it’s not out of desperation.
My heart bleeds for all the fathers, mothers, daughters and sons who wait as their faith is decided by us, the fortunate ones. And all they seek is a chance for a better tomorrow. Who doesn’t wish that for themselves and their children? That’s one the reasons I’m where I am today – I had a parent seeking and wanting a better tomorrow for her daughter. I was one of the lucky if one can say that; we made it! So yes, my heart bleeds but at the same time it’s grateful!
I’m shocked and embarrassed of the lack there is of compassion and understanding, these days. And the excuses that keeps on coming, to just do nothing. “it’s not our battle” or “blame it on islam” The list of blames goes on!
It’s easy to judge while we sit safe and comfortably in our homes. We’re lucky, we’re blessed and we should be grateful it’s not us. But it could have been us – we’re all humans, we were just dealt a different set of cards.
I don’t claim to know much about politics. But I know enough to say, something needs to be done. And I don’t care about who’s to blame. I also disagree, for I believe it is now our battle to fight. It became our battle the moment they stepped on our doorstep. These are people we’re talking about – actual human beings (like you and me!) and not to mention children (innocent, I may add) who didn’t ask for any of this. Children who once were busy being just that, children.
Can we risk the lives of thousands or even millions because we’re afraid. But what are we afraid of? What is stopping us from seeing people in crisis for what they are – namely humans; who many have suffered a great loss?!
I can’t believe it’s even a discussion, we should help. Period! Right away, now is a better time! Something needs to be done. The problem is now knocking on our door. Now let’s open the freaking door and help. Enough is enough!