There are times in life where you question. Question life, question existence, question ways of everything.
Sometimes they make sense. As a Muslim, you do tend to have majority of the answers, but in a bizarre way, its so hard to still get into terms with what is happening and why.
These past couple of days I've been thinking more than usual. I do feel like i think a lot, i just don't know how to put things together. How to make sense of it all.
Why do we do things the way we do? Why do we laugh and cry? What is happiness? Why do we feel? How do we feel? What is life? Where are we going? What are we doing? How can we change? Why do people kill each other? Why are Muslims labelled terrorists when the religion 'they' claim to follow teaches nothing but peace and tolerance? Why do they call themselves Muslims? Why do they jeopardise an already awkward situation for us around the world?
How can Ethnic violence erupt in a country whose basis of creation was freedom in practice of religion? Why do people call themselves Pakistanis? Why can they not be stripped off their identity and transported to a world where them lot kills themselves and lets us all be? Why do they destroy families? Do they have none? Is the urge for power and money and fame and desire so strong that human LIVES DONT MATTER?? How can they take away a father from a child, a son from a mother, a husband from his wife?
Why is no one accountable? Who is the authoritative figure? Who selects them? Why are they elected, if people know they'll be corrupt? Does it not mean those who elect them are corrupt themselves? That's the the only logical explanation right? Corruption of morals leads to corruption in life, anything, everything!
Do people have no morals left? If they have, why is all this happening? If they don't, why do i question, why do i not feel and think like them? Why am i odd? What has happened to everyone's conscience? If everyone wants peace, why do we still have none?
Why are lives of stars, famous personnel and politicians more expensive than that of ordinary people? Do they not live and breathe the same air? Are they not made of the same clay?
There are times when i feel like covering my ears and screaming, times when i want to shove my head into the ground, close myself in a cupboard and never come out, retreat into a cave. Anything, where all these killings and craziness make sense!
Alas, i have no clue, these questions seem so straight forward, but i cant find their answers, they're so twisted and out of this world. I do wonder what I'm doing around here.