My morning routine consists of last minute ironing (that’s due to my indecisive nature when it comes to choosing what to wear) while listening to overvolumed Astro Awani morning news which is normally on air twice at 7.00 and also 7.30 a.m. And a few days ago, I was struck by a feeling – which almost brought me into tears.
You probably have heard of the Earthquake in Haiti (and it recurred again yesterday) – and here’s a fundamental question before I move on : Have you done anything in your power to help, be it as passive as offering some silent prayers, or the best that we can do now – donate some amount of money?
Shamefully, my answer is no, I didn’t do anything up until now.
And for that, I do deserve wrath of Lord, because apparently the Palestinians are much better than me; more compassionate, selfless, and self-sacrificing despite their own heavy burden, while the heaviest burden I have now is probably the ever-slowing w1max internet connection.
Shame on me.
Palestinians, as the newscaster mentioned, despite their own condition, offered contributions – monetary and other needs to the poor, unfortunate Haitians after the tremor. And that, for me, is unthinkable – while would you care about others while you yourself is at stake? Where do they get this big heart to give, and the heart to think that ‘my house might be bombed tomorrow, but there are people in greater distress than I am’.
You can’t give what you don’t have.
Obviously, I don’t have the mercy and compassion to offer ones.
I recalled attending a sharing session with pro-Palestinians activists who have just come back from their convoy (from the UK up until Egypt at that time) – and one told us how wonderful and amazing these people are. How beautiful their hearts are, and despite the heavy trials on them, they can still keep their sanity and inner peace – would you be the same if your whole family has been massacred by the Zionists mercilessly? He mentioned that despite the terrible news on the state of these Palestinians, when he met them in-person, they were just, in a positive way, indifferent. No, I don’t think they have been desensitized by things that happened, but it is rather the inner peace that God has bountifully granted to them due to their patience and God-dependence.
He recalled his conversation with a Palestinian he met – and here’s the heart-wrenching bits: ‘ We don’t need your money. We don’t need your money, but all that we want you to do is go back to your country and tell everyone what is happening here; all the cruelty we are subjected to. That is all we want from you.’
All praise be to the Lord for creating such beautiful people to remind me how selfish I am.
Here’s another story on Palestinians – on a different note.
There are times I feel like pulling myself out of Facebook, but for some reasons, like this one; where the just 2-3 nights before the day, I was informed through someone’s status that there is going to be a peaceful demonstration, which is not a correct term I believe, commemorating one year of the attack by Zionists on Palestine at MidValley Megamall.
I cancelled my reunion picnic with my ex-schoolmates for this, and some other reasons of course, because I could not bear the guilt of not doing anything (other than reading the news headlines, only) for the Palestinians, while at the same time last year, I was on the street in London doing some demonstrations.
So there I was – Haz was supposed to join me, but she had something to do, so I was left with ill-stricken Hakimah when I reached that megamall. I was not wearing the Palestinian scarf and was almost disappointed to see at quarter past eleven, there was literally nobody I could identify as fellow activists.
It was not until half an hour later when I saw the group – and approached them – some middle-aged women, young girls and kids, a few men in Pro-Palestine T-shirt. I was hooked up in a conversation with a few activists – turned out to be important person of Viva Palestina Malaysia (VPM), previously known as Complete – and when Azra asked me if I can commit to VPM – I spontaneously say yes – well, of course I can try to squeeze in, thinking about those wasteful hours Facebooking and literally doing nothing – and she gave me the card.
And last week, again – the three of us, Hanee, Haz and I joined the VPM meeting – well, I’d say this is the first meeting where I was in the same room with much older people – and constantly being referred as ‘the three young ladies’. And thanks to the warm welcome – I did feel at home among these experienced professionals. Most of the attendees are ladies of different backgrounds, representing different bodies (and I started to wonder how they escaped their daily routine to attend the meeting at 8.30 p.m. on a weekday), and a few gentlemen whom I know from very esteemed professional background.
I guess I’ll learn a lot from this circle of individuals whom I have deep respect for.
So there you go. Another commitment which I hope, will be countable as a good deed by God.
One person really can’t do much,that is as sure as hell, but surely one can do something.
[Will update with pics soon, inshaAllah]