The Lesson I Learned from Salam Dawar
There is a carpe diem moment we have - if you will try to relay when this washed over you - when your vision of self coalesces with your vision of augmented reality.
Contempt is the weapon of the refugee & a defense against one’s own despised & unwanted feelings.
They must forget who they spoke with daily. They mustn’t reminisce. Block out lovers & friends’ laughter. Any number the clock’s hand touches.
As a consequence, refugees are evolving with obscure & thus obtuse boundaries of what we are allowed to say & thus experience & thus evolve.
They openly suffer. We should not condone this; it shouldn’t become a staple, but there is no confronting the enemy, Bashar Al Assad, directly face to face, nose to nose, toe to toe, no matter how you may presume it will unfold, or at what temperature your blood boils.
Due to its relation with terrorism publicly accepting refugees is taboo. With 24 hours news station displaying the fecundity of murders & crime soaring at an alarming rate, what else can a viewer expect when brainwashed with sensationalism by preppy, provocative female anchors replaced a few weeks later by a more tantalizing, younger female. How else can one explain the innocence of George Zimmerman who had the gall to smile on national T.V. after the verdict was announced & then in 6 months be back in prison for holding his spouse at gunpoint? To top if off, all four charges being dropped against Casey Anthony?
Bringing light to dark matters separates us from our counterparts & thus makes us who we are. Is hate speech becoming equal to the freedom of speech? Who can I tell my secrets to? My family? My friends? No one? If I can’t trust no one, can I trust myself? The misinfo will feel unfair – trust that the people will eventually see the truth.
