How do I feel about Christchurch?
I’ve been asked how I feel about the Christchurch massacre. What I gather instead is that I have been asked to feel. That’s not the same. What that really means and then breaks down to is; we want you to feel, even yet again and more precisely; you are being forced to feel.
I don’t take lightly to being forced. I reject any form of it.
I won’t let people or events sway me one way or another.
Call me cold, but I digress to calling it numbness.
I believe people who are swayed so easily by media are in proper reaction mode, and when I say proper, I am not complementing them. They’re proper according to the swayings of what media wants them to feel.
What’s disturbing is people don’t realise it’s yet another sign of the hour coming nearer….
And yet we’re not scared of that.
We’re mortified by an event but aren’t mortified by our insides and what state we’re going to die in at any given moment.
Look at the first person who died.
His last words were ‘salam brother’, he’ll be resurrected in that state.
What is my state? People are asking each other about it , asking how they feel and I don’t feel a thing.
I’m intoxicated in my disgusting state and occupied in it’s disaster. I have my own massacre inside, I have my own atrocities and they’re on a perpetual replay reel. They never stop, I never get to hear the flickering of film at the end of my movie, it’s on constant replay and I am drowning in that. I can’t surface to catch a breath let alone look at the shore or the scenery.
I’m momentarily torn, mainly angry, I cry a tear for but a brief second of recognition, not because these men and women and children lost their lives, but because I’ve still got mine and I’m a walking disaster whilst they were honoured by their Lord to be taken in a worshipping state.
How will I go? Backbiting? Thinking ill thoughts? Hating, angry, lying?
I’m gathering and walking through these states and don’t know if I’ll be taken in one of them. That’s what scares me and should everyone else.
How does anyone know when they will flip the switch, have the devil take them by the hand to commit any of the above mentioned heinous crimes against ourselves? Because ultimately, that’s what the shooter did, he ignored his insides for so long until they took over.
If each of us stopped to fix five of these ugly internal vices a year, just five, then we’d not be having these conversations, feeling these misplaced feelings, have a lot more honour and respect in dealing with each other and truly love one another more.
That’s why I don’t feel, I don’t hashtag or cry for anyone.
I’m too busy, self absorbed in my own sins to hold anyone hostage for theirs.
Wesam El dahabi