As you might have read, or heard on the news today, Iran’s leaders have voted in (with 227 parliament members’ signatures of a possibility of 290) a law allowing authorities to execute the imprisoned protesters, because these rebels need a ”hard lesson”.
As a result of that, something close to 15,000 people will probably be killed very soon. To serve the (rightfully) angry people of Iran a lesson. A warning.
If it wasn’t gruesome enough already, I read that since in Islam (or maybe in their radical views of the religion) dying virgins went straight to heaven, the word was out that there would most probably be a wave of rapes to steal that from young women, before their execution. And quite frankly, I don’t think that these men will take time to sort virgins from non-virgins…
And that’s just the news from Iran. Today.
It seems like the ugly face of mankind is getting worse and worse, by the day.
So here I sit, puzzled.
Puzzled, because a part of me wants to turn the tv, and all other sources of world news off. To take a break from it all. The ongoing madness. The wars, the genocides, the abuse, the tyranny. As just my little person, I can’t stop any of it. So why make myself miserable keeping track of it all? And then the other part speaks up, reminding me that if we do close our eyes, we might aswell give a pat on the back of all the dictators of this world. ”Go on, chum! Your country, your business!” And I couldn’t live knowing that I am a silent enabler of this shitshow. So I try to keep up to date, hoping that aknowledging the horror is a first step in the right direction.
Puzzled, because sometimes, I wonder if humanity still deserves the Earth. Maybe we’ve just crossed the line already. And that greed, anger and the need for power have made humans too inhuman to rule the planet. But yet again, I think twice, to realize that I still believe that most men and women don’t want this madness. That most of us want a peaceful world. And that (unfortunately) a handful of evil men and their money-fed puppets raise their people against each other. And the blasés ultra rich play a life-scaled game of Risk.
Puzzled, because I feel useless. I feel so tiny, and powerless. Yet, I hear the cry of the hungry, the abused, the robbed, the tortured… And all I can reply is ”what can I do?” Even if I decided to give away all that I have and travel abroad to fight with them, where would I go? Which battle would I choose? How could I define who needs my help the most?? At the same time, I just can’t sit and watch. I can’t just put on pink goggles, and hope for the best. There has to be a way that us, simple citizens could make a difference. There has to be a way to tell the leaders of the world that we’ve had enough of the drama that the rotten apples in their basket have caused. Without violence, without chaos. Because we don’t have to lower ourselves to their level.
Maybe we could, altogether, raise a white flag, demanding border-less peace. It wouldn’t happen overnight, but if we don’t try, we’ll never know what could be.
Just a white flag.
But maybe that’s just me… And my very puzzled-mind talking.
What do you think?