This treatise will be as succinct as it can get. As is evident from the past essays on this site, I withhold from writing about a “particular” contemporary event; yet I could not resist relaying my thoughts pertaining to what transpired in India, to be specific—in Kashmir. In a scenic place, commonly denoted as “mini-Switzerland,” three gunmen annihilated the lives of 26 civilians—each and every one entails their own diverse history.
Sadly, due to the noxious predicament, it inevitably leaves behind loved ones who, in all likelihood, will never be able to comprehend such an abhorrent inflection point in their lives. The philosophical reasoning behind such crass acts?—Only God and the perpetrators know. Worryingly, without hunching towards an inconclusive conclusion, seemingly the masterminds, or in other words, the enablers, are the establishment of a neighboring sovereign country.
Just as the deaths of the civilians on October 7 in Israel were beyond any doubt vicious, without hesitation, the killings of civilians in Palestine, the Ukrainians, the Sudanese, and, in this case, the civilians in Kashmir—all the mentioned and many more—by no stretch of the imagination should anyone, let alone on the basis of their preordained attributes, be denied the right to see the magnificence of a new day. At its core, to concur with such a proposition is not to subside your political predilection.
Defenestration of ideological conformity and jingo nationalism is imperative, and in tandem, ostentatious fervor towards religious fundamentalism is just another hue of moral repugnance—on both sides, a society divided in the visceral hatred for the other will only further the doctrine of compartmentalizing the society on the basis of one’s creed, color, religion, or gender. Ultimately, let’s rather conform to a moral principle: having the agency to kill is by no means a mechanism to wash away one’s sin, as reverberated by many.
We must realize that the negative ad peddlers, dividers, and fundamentalists will fiddle with our sentiments; however, as the song of solidarity echoes, Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe. We shall overcome, some day.
