I have enjoyed my summer. Make no mistake about that. But I also realize I am one of the fortunate ones. Not all have had this luxury.
That is not to say I am not thinking about Syria and the atrocities committed there every single day. I have enough direct family connections enough to feel the pain on a daily basis.
A lot of my free time here in Malaysia consists of helping refugees from that part of the world. It’s not all lunching with the ladies. It’s not always all about me.
Most of these refugees are a result of the Syrian conflict. Mostly Syrians, Iraqis and Palestinians. Some displaced two or three times in their lives.
We now have the battle of Gaza. Yes, it could be one of my “blue-eyed” children visiting there that gets caught in the crossfire.
But there are many children that are not visiting and actually live there.
I had a Facebook friend who actually referred to those innocents as collateral damage.
Okay, I hardly ever swear. You can review my posts as proof. And only my closest friends have heard me utter profanity.
I say, “Two words!”
It’s the same people who value human life that are willing to give up those “others” for the greater cause.
Again I say, “Two words!”
I don’t think every Israeli soldier or Israeli person is bad. Nor do I think every American soldier or American citizen is bad. Or British soldier or citizen. Or Palestinian.
But the governments? I have issues with every single one.
I just read a book that mentioned how groups of people who sleep together end up breathing in sync during the night-time hours. Maybe similar to women in close quarters cycling monthly together.
Because our bodies know we are all the same. It’s our stupid ass minds that forget this.
Now I am back in Malaysia and find out this evening, at a neighbor’s house , that one of the “new” families that we would be welcoming (I am on the welcoming committee) has been killed in the latest Malaysian Airline crash. Downed by some folks who do not value life.
And leave the bodies and belongings to be looted and fester in the sun.
This is the note from the school.
This weekend it was confirmed that a new ISKL family was aboard Malaysian Airlines Flight 17. Returning to their home country of Malaysia after having lived in Kazakhstan, the Tambi Jiee family of six lost their lives in the crash. A son, Afzal Tambi, was going to be a grade 12 student at ISKL beginning in August.
At Afzal’s previous school in Atyrau, Kazakhstan, Afzal was the President of the Environmental Club, the editor of the yearbook, a member of the Student Council, and a member of the Java Programming Club. He was described as respectful, responsible, and one who would make a positive contribution to his next school. He sounds like a delightful young man whose life, along with his parents and three other siblings, were all tragically cut short.
Our sincerest condolences are extended to their family and friends.
Oh God, I am angry. So angry.
When I was a little girl I believed that if I was good and prayed for the rest of the world that it could make some difference.
Oh God, I am angry. So angry.