a meaningless discussion

a meaningless discussion

A Chapter by Truths reflection

I wept at every chance.
I couldn't stand the idea that people suffer every day minute and second, and I can't do anything.
Today, we had to attend a discussion about the differences between children in the eastern and western parts of the world.
I worked and exhausted myself in working to forget the immense pain I felt, but I never succeeded.
It's 1:50 o'clock I should probably be heading towards the discussion hall.
I entered and took a seat.
The lecturer entered and started talking:
" you all came here anticipating to hear the similarities between the children in the eastern and western parts of the world, but we brought you here to discuss each similarity since there are hardly any differences. "
"No." I heard myself say "there are more differences than you could have ever thought possible"
" is that so? Why don't you enlighten us with some then" he said grinning.
"gladly" I replied.
" you are comparing, for instance, a kid from America and a kid from Palestine. The American kid, goes to school everyday walking in most cases, feeling safe and then goes home studies plays on his PS or Xbox or whatever and takes a nap and the most important thing is that he can sleep well at night, because he knows he's safe. Isn't that right?"
"indeed it is "
" on the other hand, the Palestinian kid is the total opposite. He has to go to school every morning scared that an Israeli citizen will see him, and maybe shoot him. Not because he minds to die, its the best gift you could offer him, to die for the sake of his country to let his blood water his country's earth to let those olive trees grow again, but because he has a family he has to look after.
Yes he does in a matter of 5 minutes his childhood ended. Those five minutes when he was told that his parents were killed or imprisoned, and he is the only supporter for his 3 younger siblings.
Are those similarities?
He has to work to feed his siblings, and clean after them, teach them and even be there to let them sleep peacefully after a nightmare although he suffers nightmares himself. He doesn't play, nor have fun. He can't take a nap during the day or sleep peacefully during the night. He is way to scared that his house may be burnt on him and his siblings while they are a sleep.
In international standards a kid is anyone under the age of 18, but in this case I see that maybe this 1315 year old is an adult that holds more responsibilities than most of the grownups around the world.
He is solid on the outside but breaking in the inside. And what can he do?! Nobody sees that he has any rights, he is denied by the world. Considered a terrorist for doing simply nothing except taking on responsibilities he never wanted.
Is that what you were talking about because I can't see any similarities all I can see are differences.
And tell you what! I'm leaving I can't tolerate more of the nonsense you said"
I storm out , thinking how Palestinian, and Syrian children are suffering now either dying through migration or killed without a fault.
And what do I see then?
The Israeli embassy celebrates independence.
Excuse me but is Israel a country?
A country has to have a government, citizens, and a land.
Mind you they have the first two, but they don't have the third, so simply they are a gang which stole a land by power and claimed it to be theirs.
This is unbelievable.
The media really just feeds us whatever it wants and we eat it never bothering to see whether its poisonous or not.


© 2016 Truths reflection


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Truths reflection
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Amman, Middle east, Jordan



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