I am supposed to be writing about mental health and child development but I feel a hurricane of thoughts forming in my head and I need to let it out. I am done with men in suits leading the world to madness. I want mothers in politics, I want diversity in how we approach conflict and problem solving.
I cannot live with the unbearable thought of a mother holding her child’s cold body. I cannot live with the unbearable thought of a child shaking their mother who doesn’t seem to wake up. I cannot look away from all those terrified children and all those broken parents. But my question to all these men in suits is :
“will you wake up from your long lasting sedation? Is it a curse thrown at you or is it just your legendary stupidity and egocentric mind? How much money are you making in all of this? To hell with you all and with all that money you’re making”.
Women and children have died in their thousands while the rest are giving birth by C-section without anesthesia, bringing a new born to an atrocious world of horrors. Bodies are piling up everywhere. This is so stunning that it still seems unreal. It is so numbing that it can’t be real. Politicians are found in restaurants, dining, enjoying their privilege and supremacy while HELL is raining down on Gaza. What is wrong with you? Everything is wrong with you and it is time for you to go, to vanish from the surface of this Earth. You are not welcome here.
Mothers in Gaza could not be described by mere sentences and words. A word like hero does not give them a grain of justice. We are experiencing collective trauma on a global scale, while terrorist governments are in charge and the voices of the people are ignored. We are witnessing human atrocities and men in suits keep watching in cold blood while mothers carry the living and drag their lives, leaving their dispossessed land behind.
I have so much rage and grief and I want to use my voice but I seem to shout in silence!
How much money can make you deaf and blind to human suffering? How much are you worth? You are worth nothing. You are garbage in suits, that is what you are.
I call upon all the mothers to unite and raise the voice for a ceasefire and for justice to be made. I call upon all mothers to put an end to this madness and protect the children. We are the source of life and we are responsible for its safeguarding. Stop those men in suits wherever you can find them. Strip them from their voice as they did to you. Take them down with claws if you have to and use all you natural instincts to protect your children.
A story of thoughts 