Saturday, July 19, 2014 4:42 PM
MH17
I'm tired. I'm just so sick and tired of what is happening to the world at this moment. Really? Really?!
As you may have heard, two days ago, tragedy struck the world as another aviation disaster involving a Malaysian commercial aircraft was struck down along the eastern border of Ukraine. 298 people - including the crew - of different nationalities have perished in said air crash.
298 people.
298. Innocent people.
80 of which are children.
How? How could this have happened? Why did this happen? It's hardly been half a year, and already another aviation tragedy has struck our nation. All because of what? Two higher points of power waging some sort of war that they have failed to diffuse? Why? Allahuakbar, why?
I actually heard of the news about a few hours after the air crash, and I'll admit, I didn't actually believe. Heck, I adamantly refused to believe it. Not after MH370. So I said to myself, NO! Then closed the browser which I was looking at and pointedly ignored any mentions of MH17, foolishly hoping that if I ignored it, it wouldn't seem to be a reality.
It wasn't until I attended yesterday's Youth Group that the Sheikh mentioned about the tragedies affecting the world and the fact that a recent tragedy has struck our own nation. Then I was all, "Oh, so it really did happen." That was how bloody naive I was about it all. I had this horrible feeling in my chest that wouldn't go away. Then this morning, my Grandpa opened the news channel, and everywhere it was mentioned in the headlines:
"Ukraine Plane Crash: Malaysian Airlines Flight MH17 Downed, 295 People Aboard"
"Malaysia Airlines Crash Site: "Everything Rained Down In Bits & Pieces"
"Ukraine Plane Crash Has No Survivors"
That was the moment it truly hit me. 295 people aboard. No survivors. Watching the footage of the crime scene, and it is now indeed a crime scene, my heart started beating fast and I had to try my hardest to not cry on front of Grandpa because, why? Whywhywhywhywhy?!
Watching the reactions of the victims friends and family, and that of their fellow countrymen, it was so painfully heartbreaking I almost couldn't control my emotions. Then they switched to footage of the crime scene: the bodies littering the ground; the luggage bags that were somehow still intact with all of the passengers' belongings still somewhat safe, and then there were the children's luggage. And their stuffed animals and storybooks.
Now these people are pointing fingers at these people, and the other side are pointing fingers at the other side. And there's this huge stupid blame game that I guess should be ridiculously obvious who had done it.
You know what? Fuck this. 298 lives have been lost. People all over the world are grieving as it is. All because of some goddamn idiots fighting a war these people had nothing to do with. There were people who going home from the holidays, some going for a conference, some going to see a football game, and subhanallah, there were people who wanted to return home in time to celebrate Ramadhan and Eid! And because of some fucking missile launch that fucking no one wants to own up to, these people will never be able to do what they had planned on doing when they boarded that flight!
Brothers have lost sisters; parents have lost their children; mothers have lost their entire family; friends have lost their loved ones; This makes me so angry. I was grieving then but now I just feel so frustrated and angry because none of these innocent people deserved what had fucking happened to them and I feel so bad and guilty for whatever fuck reason and I don't know what to do.
That's what bothers me so much. I know no one on board that flight, but I feel the families and friends of the victims, I really do. And that just makes me feel so helpless because... I don't know.
Then there's the news of what happened in Gaza and that makes me feel even more useless and bad and it's like, what's my purpose in life, you know. We have so many deaths and tragedies and suffering, yet hardly anyone's doing anything about it. I don;t know man, I don't know.
Damn it, and the amount of times I had to pause in my writing because the tears just decided to freakin' spring up. Fuck it all.
Nevertheless, my deepest and most heartfelt condolences to the families and friends of the MH17 air crash victims. My utmost prayers go out to each and every one of you going through this time of hardship. To the citizens of the Netherlands, Australia, Indonesia, United Kingdom, Germany, Belgium, Philippines, Canada, New Zealand, United States, and of course, Malaysia, my heart and prayers go out to you. The same goes to the people of Palestine and Gaza. Be strong, and cherish the people and love that you have. The world may be a cruel and unfair place, but in the end, what matters is that we have lived and loved and done our part in this world, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem.
Also, may Allah bless the souls of those who have lost their lives in light of these recent tragedies. May they find themselves closer jannah. Insyallah.
Al-fatihah.
xoxo