A message to you

What is the topmost instinct of a human being? Are we just another species on this planet or sacred after God? I believe we are species fortunate enough to feel love and compassion for our fellow beings. I believe we are species not here just to eat, work and sleep. I believe humans together, can create paradise on earth. But hey, I think our home is already a paradise we have forgotten.

I can not sleep while I know that somewhere a woman is losing her dignity. I can not breathe while I know that somewhere a child just lost his father to a war caused by a handful of people who believe oppression is the only way they can win. I can not smile while I know that somewhere a patriot is shedding tears while watching his homeland being taken away. I can not hold and smell a rose knowing that someone is pointing a gun at an innocent's head. The human in me can not turn blind to what my brothers are doing instead of what they should be doing. What do I do with my right to freedom when others are yet slaved by an ideology, by their beliefs.

Here is what I do, I cry your tears, I feel your pain, but I do not let it make me vain and bitter. I love the people around me, hoping that this love spreads until it reaches as a message to those who forgot their humanity. I expect that you help me, by just staying human. Will you?

-The AR

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  1. Unknown15 August 2021 at 06:40

    Very well written.. this message needs to be spread across the world

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  2. Naren7 October 2021 at 23:32

    You have articulated your noble thoughts so well...world need more people and writers like you... don't stop here...

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  3. Unknown12 January 2022 at 11:11

    I wish it was longer.

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    1. The AR22 January 2022 at 23:43

      I will try to write better next time for you.

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  4. Anonymous10 October 2022 at 01:12

    Very well writen , great thoughts and how you put your feelings in words is beautiful. I think you should write more not only for yourself but for us as well

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