I refuse to accept despair as the final response to the ambiguities of history.
I have the audacity to believe that peoples everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits. I believe that what self-centered men have torn down men other-centered can build up
All those to whom beauty is truth and truth beauty – and in whose eyes the beauty of genuine brotherhood and peace is more precious than diamonds or silver or gold.
-Acceptance Speech, Martin Luther King’s Acceptance Speech, on the occasion of the award of the Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, December 10, 1964
This is snippet from MLK speech where the full speech can be found here.
Here is what I’m feeling at the moment:
There were people who believed peace was possible and it persisted with non-violent measures. Today, people say its not possible. In today’s time power is quantified by military complexes and status quo of superpowers.But I say, real power lays in conviction toward non-violence resistance toward peace.That really is in true sense peace. One always has a choice. One can believe what they want. One can change themselves. One can change the way other see things. We can give meaning to anything. The question really is do we or do you give meaning to war or peace? It really is up to you.
A band called Bilz and Kashif based in Montreal from South Asian. Although most of their songs is about partying and girls, this is one exceptional song that I could not help but felt it had to be passed.
Just so you know breaking the silence really takes courage. In class, I have come to realize my opinion and point of view is unlike most of my classmates. And sometimes it feels like I’m fighting and fighting. Its hard. It makes you a feel a little crazy but with songs like this, my spirit and my intention is always checked. And so I keep going.
I ask Allah to give me the strength to keep strong where I can academically engage at a higher level. This is not about me. Its where I come from: with centuries of history and more then enough warfare. I want world to have one voice on peace.
Sometimes when you live in one country but share a culture from another country, you become a NOMAD. Things are heavy and tough when you try to really figure out your authentic self.
I miss Pakistan. I don’t even know what its like to be in Pakistan. But you know what, for some reason you can’t separate a person from where they truly belong. You will naturally feel something is missing. Being Canadian, I can pretty much relate to all Pakistani youth feeling the pitfalls of being in between. You might as well not be sure of what your gender is or being confused about whether your gay, or bisexual. Its a similar point of disorientation, anxiety, confusion and general disillusionment. Living between two worlds, I need myself to breathe Pakistani air. I ask Allah and pray and pray that soon I get to be in Pakistan.
Currently in Canada, wishing to visit Pakistan as soon as I finish my final semester at University.