Tetap kamu, masih kamu."
— Cinta Tak Terbiaskan. (via akumanusia)
— MarieynaSadik (via marieynasadik)
been avoiding the online scene for the past week. it’s depressing. i’m depressed. eyes glued to the news and feeling so emotional. it’s like one blow after another. gaza attacks, sabah is again under curfew, rude behavior of an angry women, ops qaseh (mask the name all you want with a kind adjective, it doesn’t hide it any better, really), mh370 and now mh17. what on earth is wrong with the world i am living in? how can the aggressors feel no pain? don’t they share the same sadness? how can a person be so inhumane? are you even human? does the human life no longer carries any value that blood spills without a single thought?
the mh17 tragedy really shook me. too familiar. a flight we both take if we are going back home. a flight that we could have been on, seeing we too were excited to balik kampung. the flight that harold describes as ‘yeah, the flight where i’ll be having nasi and chicken rendang for dinner’ since that is the usual menu. most of us are still not over mh370 and to have to go through this again in not even a period of half a year, it is just devastating.
that evening when the tragedy fell, i was shocked by the amount of whatsapp messages i was receiving at the same time. why? i hardly get whatsapp messages as i am a lazy whatsapp-er. when i saw what it was about, my jaw dropped and in my head the only thought i had was ‘it can’t be’ and indeed it was on the news. mh17 crashed in ukraine. i was excitedly packing things in preparation for our balik kampung and watching the news just killed the mood. i was at the door greeting harold from work and he hugged me ‘so you heard the news huh?’ and spent the evening following the news.
that night, before we sleep when the tragedy fell, we were in bed with questions and more discussions ‘do you think they felt it?’, ‘do you think anyone saw the missile coming towards them?’, ‘at that time, i think the food was served, wasn’t it? imagine eating and in the next second you’re gone. tragic’ and in my head circling ‘it could have been us’.
as if the sadness is not enough, having to hear more ridiculous comments by the public, the pointing fingers, the blaming game. to see how my fellow malaysians fighting between each other, smearing mas with accusations. and some even tried to sensationalize the sad event by posting another person’s photo (still alive) and claiming that was the last selfie taken in the plane by a victim of mh17. why post a false info? just to generate traffic to your blog? and the digging of the victims’ social media accounts for photos on your story in the paper. and the reporters hankering your friend on her twitter to get an interview since she know the victims when all she wants to do is to mourn her loss. it just shows how much info on you people can find on the internet and made me wonder if i do want ppl to know that much about me. gosh, these events just leaves me helpless and overwhelmed.
2014 - it is a sad year for us malaysians. 2014, please be kind for the rest of the year. we still have halfway to go. hopefully the sad horrible news will be compensated with a better year for the world in 2015.
to the victims all around the world - no matter what disaster hits you, i pray that you are in a better place in shaa Allah or that the hardship will finally be over. to those affected by the loss of lives in the disasters, we citizens of the world stand in solidarity with you and you are in our prayers. in my prayers i pray to Allah that justice will be served. Amin.