Sharing Deep Thoughts and Words

I have a dear friend, who shared a piece of reality in the horrors of 'US Drone Terrorism', and I was moved me to write him a letter.  I am sharing this letter in my blog because I passionately believe in the goodness of others and the intentions of what he shared with me were meant to open my eyes and heart.  I rejoice in knowing this man, because in doing so ... we share the small victory of overcoming world statistics and stereotypical narrow-mindedness.

I have no words that convey all the different emotions that bombarded me as I looked into a waking nightmare.  You see, my nightmares are never about monsters.  My nightmares are people, and what they can do.  I could not stop watching that video... but I shook.. and cried... and felt helpless.. and angry... and hopeless.

Then putting myself into the shoes of the person who sent me this glimpse .. I have remained wondering how he feels.  I wanted to comfort my friend, whom to me, is just that, my friend.  How could he want to even talk to me?  Even be my friend?  I come from NC... I'm an American.

But I never think of myself that way when I make friends.  I'm just Faye.  Just me.  And my friend is from Pakistan.  And he is just Himself.  What I'm trying to say is that where he lives has never been who he was to me.  A few weeks ago, I was sharing how wonderful he was with another online friend from Georgia.  My friend from GA gave me a huge lecture on foreign people.  I was pretty livid with my GA friend, who had no business telling me how to pick friends.  I defended my friend from Pakistan and cut Mr. GA off from further lecture on things he may be out of touch with.

This is what I believe many people are out of touch with.  People are out of touch with what is good and what is bad.  Evil is evil, no matter who commits the act.  Race, ethnicity, nationality nor religion are not on the resume of EVIL.  Evil is committed every single day, by people everywhere.  The problem is owning up to EVIL and admitting its existence.  Loyalty has no place in seeing truth, and omission of guilt makes a person part of the act.  What I wanted to tell my friend from Pakistan is the truth that is so ugly.  Although I am far removed from the act, I am part responsible because I vote, and my vote helped put people in power in my government.. and those people are committing acts of EVIL.  I feel ashamed and ugly.  All I can do is say that I see it and acknowledge part of it is my fault.

Feeling Compelled to type this opened me up to new resolve.  That resolve is to research and choose wisely.  However, I want to say I will still look at the world the way I do, and see people and differences for what they are .. beautiful enigmas.  Wonderful conversations.  The start of great learning milestones.  I will never lose my curiosity and love for other people and desire to know how they live and how they relate to me.  I find the subject fascinating.  I will keep on being fearless and being myself.  I will also keep my sense of dignity and respect for others.  I want to learn, so that I may raise my daughter to be more than the sum of her parts. 

I wish NC, USA were just a geographical location and that Pakistan was simply another.  That's what it should be.  We are all people.  We live.  We love.  We want happiness and success.  We dream big dreams.  We all worry and cry.  We all have parents and family.

 

This is what I wanted to say to my friend in Pakistan honestly and openly.  And remark joyously about our friendship. And say how people should make note of us because we are a good example of many things the world stereotypes and labels. We prove them wrong.  No one is going to tell me he is bad, based on thoughts and acts he had no part in... which to further the point... means there are a million other good people like him in Pakistan too.  And I hope he looks at NC that way because NE person heard, and agrees with what is right and sees the wrong.

 

I wish more people took the time to know what they judge.  They say one person can't change the world.. I have news for them.  That is not true.  This media changed my world.  My eyes are a little wider.  And that I will pass on to my child, who is the world to me.

 

May this letter comfort light a small candle of hope in Pakistan for my friend..

This is paraphrase.. but worth sharing in the light of opening doors..

But even I admit I'm afraid of getting fingers slammed... truth hurts.  I'd rather hurt than be numb. 
*sigh**wave*
World Peace
One person at a time...