If i am to be massacred
If I am to be massacred, let it be at the very center of the world, so that my blood may forever stain the faces and hands of all who denied my humanity, who refused to see me as someone worthy of life, worthy of saving, from the human beasts who hunted us.
After hearing my mother cry loudly while watching the videos of the massacres committed today, she said to me, "They are killing everyone, Ali. What are we going to do?" I replied, "We will pray." She then said, "They are killing children while they play in the streets and they will kill all of us. It's just a matter of time. She also said, "This war will never end"
Today, my cousin asked me, "How long? When will this damn genocide end?" I answered; When the world awakens from its indifference, when it can no longer bear to watch children bleed and burn to death, day after day, for hundreds of days. What makes it even worse is that the world has become numb to it, instead of feeling more rage and urgency to make a change.
Today, my friend said to me, "They are willing to kill even five hundred people just to target one." Another person replied, "Even five thousand, who would stop them?", I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to scream, but I couldn't.
It will never end, Mum; not until the world finally stops spinning and brings the wheel of genocide to a halt either the world must scream loudly, supporting us with every drop of its strength, or it must stay silent forever and never utter another word. Standing in between only gives us false hope, and that is just another form of torture,
Every moment this curse persists is a heartbreaking testament that the entire world is cursed. And if it fails to stop this massacre and save us now, it will soon need to save itself, from a similar, or perhaps an even worse, curse
I am someone who loves life; though life was never truly given to me. Now, after all these days of torture, that have survived, I still love life. I still long to live, and live to love, even as death stares at me through the hands of those who hate my existence
But now, l am someone who can no longer wait for life, who can no longer beg for even one more second of it. l am someone who will never forgive those who watched me be genocided and slaughtered; those who stood by and failed to stop even a single massacre out of one thousand and eight hundred. And they will not stop my own when it comes.
If I am to be massacred, let it be at the very center of the world, so that my blood may forever stain the faces and hands of all who denied my humanity, who refused to see me as someone worthy of life, worthy of saving, from the human beasts who hunted us. Don't allow them to do this to us. To you!
