here are a few thoughts that i must let out.
i want to change the world. i want to change people.
i never thought i'd have to face this: my little cousin hit by a bomb. sounded like a terrible movie from the past when i heard my sister yelling on the phone, almost crying after hearing about him. i am from the middle east but have not been there for 19 out of 21 years of my life. i don't know much about it. but i am the youngest in my family and they all remember it very well. in our home town, undisclosed, my little cousin happened to be in a crowded area, in a war he didn't create and was seriously injured by a suicide bomber. there were 39 others who died on impact, most of them children and women.
what i don't comprehend about this whole thing is the point of it? i'm sure most people do not. i am disgusted by this.
why is life so horrible, so cold and unforgiving?
lord give me strength.
