SAVE THEM FROM FAMINE!

As the world focuses it’s attention on the many political controversies of our time, we are forgetting the millions of beautiful lives which are disappearing from the surface of our planet as we know it. Despite decades of progressiveness, the world currently faces the ‘worst humanitarian crisis since 1945’, according to the UN, with billions required to combat the famine somalia faminedeclared in Somalia, South Sudan, Nigeria, with countries like Yemen on the brink of it. Many of these developing nations are also, unsurprisingly  war stricken nations which is serving as a major stumbling block to the lives, let alone health of over twenty million facing famine, and therefore imminent death.

There seems to be the resources to fund destructive proxy wars worldwide, redundant defensive systems and to silently prop up those that clearly violate basic principles of human rights, but not enough to ensure that our fellow brothers and sisters in humanity can at least have emergency aid? Many non governmental organisations are doing this, but they can only have so much influence on the situation as a whole. Those responsible for giving a free pass to conflict in Yemen for example must put their self-interest behind and save the innocent civilians stuck in the midst of it. It is civilians that always pay the price.

War, poverty, lack of access to industralisation, and climate change (yes, President Trump) are creating a never-ending cycle of starvation and eventual famine. Let us be their voice and demand the allocation of the world resources. Continue to donate what you can. An incredible campaign is the LOVE ARMY FOR SOMALIA: https://www.gofundme.com/LOVEARMYFORSOMALIA, who have amazingly convinced Turkish Airlines to use their flights for tonnes of lifesaving aid to Somalia. So beautiful!

Bushra

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REFUGEE CRISIS… again! | Important message

So the news has been covering the refugee crisis recently, where millions of refugees from Syria/Middle East are making the dangerous journey to Europe in an attempt to secure a safer habitat. I initially wasn’t going to comment on this on my blog because my thoughts are exactly the same as with the Rohingya crisis that erupted earlier this year, however, I wanted to add some thoughts. You can view my post on the Rohingya refugees here: https://bushrajalilblog.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/migrant-crisis-important-message/     05TH-OPEDLIBYA_494232f

The Rohingya refugees fled Burma on the basis of persecution, whereby millions of Rohingyas are kept stateless and forced out of their homes due to not being able to be accepted as citizens, despite having hundreds of years of history there. Burma views them as ethnically Bengalis which, even if they are, is not an acceptable excuse and pathetic considering they have lived in Burma for hundreds of years. Now, onto the Syrian refugees, who are escaping mass civil war and persecution, also left displaced. Both sets of refugees have gotten to the point where they are escaping their home country – where they have had hundreds of years of history – for refuge. That is questionable itself. The persecution/civil war has been ongoing, and despite intervention from worldwide governments to provide aid and drone attacks against terror groups and corrupt governing, which are destroying Syria, the country seems to be getting worse and close to breaking point.

Now enough on the politics of the war, because that isn’t the important thing. The sad thing is that we live on a tough world where people will naturally leave the place which is causing themselves and their families discomfort and wish to heal the wounds by embarking on a journey in hope of a new life. Certain political parties have given off the notion that they are all here to ‘feed of the benefit system’ or ‘take away our culture’ which in my opinion is a little insensitive and if not, insulting considering they are leaving a life of terror. Why would you put them in the same boats as the oppressors they are escaping from? And many of them are indeed equipped with smartphones and nice clothing as well as many who are not. Let’s not forget – they are NOT ALL POOR. There was an ICT software developer who fled recently. Refuge is refuge, and I’m pretty sure all they want at this difficult time is a safe place away from the war which they have coped in for so long. It is not their fault they were forced to flee, and I guess the overwhelming number of refugees flooding in at the same time into Europe is a dark reminder for humanity that although the West flourishes with mass opportunity,advances, multi multiculturalism and generally a higher standard of living, there are parts of the world which do not and instead are facing battles unlike any first world problems. They are facing corruption, persecution and discrimination and lack of human rights – something we take for granted.

It’s clear though how long the civil war has been going on for and it’s a shame that children are having  to risk this perilous journey alongisde theirrefugees-germany-volunteers-donations families (many of which die on the way) to simply get to Europe. Surrounding wealthy gulf Arab states could save them this journey by opening their doors to more refugees on an emergency placement. The trend amongst refugees is that they naturally look towards where they see compassion, as humans do, and that I think is the beauty of humanity. Germany, for example suddenly offered to  take hundreds of thousands in, with German citizens greeting them at the station and showering them with toiletries, food, water and gifts bought tears out of some Syrian refugees. There was a symbol of hope after the hardships they had faced. There was a chance to perhaps live a more fulfilling life. Even if the refuge was for a week, a month or until it was safe to go back, in the moment of solidarity between German citizens and people who have made this journey despite being abused by some fascists and accused of things which have not happened (and most likely will not), it was beautiful.

I’m not being naive; it’s a difficult situation. The UK is an island, and many European states are finding this extremely overhwelming and especially with the sort of system we have, hundreds of millions of people probably wouldn’t work out in the long term, but the best medicine is to keep the spirit of hope and encouragement amongst them going and to have solidarity with the suffering they have had in the war zone. It’s indescribable and I couldn’t possibly comment on how fearful for children and worrying for mothers it must be. Just remember, you don’t have to let every refugee on the planet into a country to support them and show you support their wellbeing. We are all humans and this world belongs to all of us ❤

Bushra x

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CONFLICT STORY ….

Helloooo….

So I haven’t posted because of the ENORMOUS piles of school work 😦 But I’m back (at least for now!) and I thought I’d share a story I wrote for a competition which I didn’t think would go far, but I love writing and entered! I was ECSTATIC to find it’s in a shortlist of eight stories to pick three final winners to be published! Wish me luck:) x



THERE ON THE BATTLEFIELD

There on the battlefield, he paced ahead, head raised high, with the only light occurring from the rigid sunlight, illuminating down on this needless game. Every movement indicated terror, muted from when the next death shall occur. That swift, yet slick gunshot, widely recognisable to all these daring, giving souls pounded once more. Over and over. Again and again. A life clasped like another would reappear and all would be forgiven. He ponders, his raspy, harsh breath passing on witness of the newly addition to the death parade. ‘That was someone’s child, parent, or friend. It could’ve been my child, parent, or my friend. My anything’. He exits, shuddering, resigning alongside the other troops to prepare for a blast of a riot on the arena. The thought of executing someone through your own will, triggered by mere brainwashing woke his mind. ‘Why am I here?’ his conscience bawled. The view of these baffled warriors led him to realise that they didn’t know themselves, yet continued to follow their Superior. The one who told them it was ok. Justifiable. Led them to follow like stranded sheep, whom needed to find their inner self. The blood thirsty trial was an excuse for them to participate in this conflict. His conscience grew wilder. Stronger. ‘I’m just a sheep, aren’t I? Following the shepherd’s orders. To benefit the farmer. In the end I am deprived of who I am. Who I can be. Who I should be. Not isolated from my mind and identity or my loved ones’. The sky grew rosy and warm. Such a beautiful vision, yet to be shattered by this wrecking disruption. In the midst, all is lost. He must. You must. Tear apart. Vanish from society. His precious premier moment on the front line? ‘Forget it’, he mutters. He didn’t realise his first was set to be tragic. He was standing right in the opposition’s zone. And was surely cornered.

Gunshots rocketed from the opposition to his needy defence. ‘I’m going to die’. His life shot past him in precise minutes, quickly forming the destiny he set. The world seemed to tensify and a sharp tear trickled down. A representation of this unworthy battle. In fear of his life, he commenced releasing the golden rifle, securely attached to his military suit.

By instinct, he slammed it down.

‘This isn’t me. Never was. Kill me all you want. You shall never retrieve my inner soul. This changes you, but me? I deny change. I will die now. Perhaps not the most peaceful death, but I didn’t do it. You did.’ And with this proficient thought, a gunshot fired through his head.


 

It may be slightly confusing so if you have any questions be sure to let me know! 

Bushra xxx