Hope not hate

You just need to turn on the television, or open a newspaper to feel the negative energy swamping our Planet.

Hate- the all encompassing word that sums up everything we see and encounter in the media and in real life every single day.

Terrorism, depravity, extremism in all forms. A terrorist blowing up innocent lives for an unknown cause in Pakistan, a deranged lunatic shooting down a camp of young children in Norway, a young woman being raped and killed in the most inhumane manner in Delhi, the list never ceases to amaze.

What do we learn from all this? Do we get desensitised? Do we learn to turn the other cheek and absorb it all but learn nothing or are the only lessons to learn that humans are evil, humanity doesnt exist, we are ill prepared for the future and our planet is in mortal peril


I believe in hope not hate. I believe the lessons we ought to take away are lessons of peace and positivity in the face of the lowest low

For every suicide bomber, there is a nameless, faceless man who defends our religion with a simple act of human kindness. We have inspiration all around us, we should soak it up- rather than complain about how the media portrays Muslims. We should instead endeavour to be the best Muslims we can be and be kind to our neighbours and represent Islam the best way we know how- if it means one person goes away learning something new- we are fighting a winning battle.

For every deranged lunatic gunning down a camp of promising young leaders, we have a generation of young people who are getting out of their comfortable status quo to give something back to the planet. The sisters and brothers of those kids who were killed don’t grow up seething with blood rage wanting an ‘eye-for-an-eye’ with a dramatic to rival a Tarantino movie. No- instead they deal with the unbearable loss, they learn and they live on. They create charitable foundations, they feel for the plight of those who have been through similar or worse situations. 

For every young woman raped, pillaged and murdered; there are those who march all day and all night, who teach their sons, who give strength to their daughters, those who shout and scream and allow the memory to spur them to live on and demand change and re-write history.

The human spirit triumphs in adversity. Life goes on. Negativity gets more face time than the moderate and the temperate and the triumph.

You don’t hear enough about people stepping out of their circumstances and making the most of what they’ve got. You don’t hear enough about the other side of unspeakable violence; the sadness and the strength it gives.  You don’t hear enough about the social change we need and the lessons we put into practice.

Lest we forget, the road is perilous and treacherous but it is filled with invisible flowers that line the streets which we have to put on rose-coloured glasses to see.

My advice to you: be happy, be good, we can overcome this. Hope can overcome hate, one step at a time.

As always, I leave you with a quote:

“Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it. “- Fyodor Dostoevsky

I don’t profess to see God’s will in poor children starving or innocent people being harmed, but I do see that for every life lost in vain, there is another born to greatness. We are living proof that the impossible is possible and that for every lot of sadness and hate and despair, there is more than enough happiness, hope and light to  counter it all and make the world we live in a better place. We just need to Hope. Hope always wins over Hate.

I wish you hope, and lots of it, to fill your life and lighten your burdens,

If I had six minutes to live…I’d write a little faster


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