Everyone around me is angry. Very angry.
There are WhatsApp messages being circulated, especially saying, “Don’t feel emotional for the ENEMY.” But I don’t agree. I can't ignore the overwhelming wave of feelings that rise within me.
I DO FEEL VERY SORRY because,
I see Pakistan like a spoilt child—a child who keeps misbehaving, lashing out at those who try to help, causing pain and destruction. I wonder… why is this child still allowed to misbehave? Why does Pakistan’s own family—the educated, the conscious, the few who know better—not step in and correct its ways?
Instead, this child is coddled, allowed to continue on a path of self-destructive chaos.
Why do they let the anger and hatred simmer when they know it will harm the whole world, including their own people?
Maybe the problem is too deep. Maybe the voices of reason have been silenced for so long, they are barely audible. Maybe the system itself is broken, so it’s easier to blame the “outside enemy” than fix what’s wrong within.
But whatever the reason, I still can’t escape this feeling - the one you know where you see a very spoilt kid in the park, is misbehaving - you do scold but then you his mom is seeing everything but not reacting. you try to tell to the mom but even then she doesnt react or perhaps fights back. - you cant do anything but defend your peace.Then you do get angry at the kid and mom but i'm sure, deep inside you feel very bad for the kid.
So,
I feel sorry
I feel sorry for the ordinary people inside that broken system.
I feel sorry for the human beings (maybe for the terrorists also)who are trapped, unable to break free from the poisonous narratives that bind them.
I feel sorry for the people who are fed hatred like food and water from the day they are born
But, then everybody says, its not right to think emotionally about the enemy. This confusion overwhelmed even someone as lazy as I can be—so I thought I’d ask ChatGPT
So, now I think,
Maybe this sorrow will teach me something later—maybe it will lead to a larger understanding of the dynamics at play. Or maybe it will just sit there, unresolved, as life has a habit of doing......
I also think,
Like a child left to grow wild, its tantrums became habit, its lies became legend, and its hate became identity.
You can pressure a spoilt child into silence—but that’s all it is: silence, not change. Real discipline doesn’t come from fear. It comes from within—through reflection, correction, and care. And that’s exactly what Pakistan has never received.
External pressure, global sanctions, even humiliation on world stages might make them retreat for a while. But without internal reckoning, the cycle will continue.
Just like a child who is scolded - but never raised.
A child born from dead bodies from millions.
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