Bom Bali
Chiam’s eyes remained glued to the TV; while I was trying hard to hold back the tears, but to no success.
A Muslim man was narrating about his heroic story in the tragedy, with such a melancholy expression. Tears started to well in his eyes… and he cried. It was incredibly heart-breaking to see an old man crying so bitterly for someone he was not acquainted with- at all.
Bom Bali
As he expressed his shame and anger in terrorists’ actions, I couldn’t help but wonder about the real meaning in religion existence. Are they supposed to unite- or divide? Religion followers- should they go through the suitability test before converting their beliefs first? So that we can determine whether they are humane people with sane thinking and will not interpret holy teachings with an extreme, disastrous understanding.
Bom Bali was a filmed documentary, in commemoration of Australians victims in the Bali terrorist calamity. Chiam and I didn’t mean to watch it but we did.
And we were deeply affected. So much so that Chiam broke down in the privacy of her room after the show. And so did I.
I guess both of us shared the same sentiments.
How fragile life can be.
How life isn’t just about us.
And how intensely it hurts to know your loved ones suffering… because you’re gone.
I know this is kinda inappropriate or even crazy sounding but I wish to make this known… or rather, set a little will, here on my blog.
If ever I perished in a disastrous tragedy, please… please do not go through the hassle of identifying and retrieving my body.
Cos I can’t bear the thought of my family or friends having to endure the nightmare of checking each and every gruesome dead bodies. This ordeal is much, much horrifying than death itself. I see no sense in tormenting you further, when grieving has already caused so much pain and agony.
If I survived, I will definitely make it home, no matter what.
But if I did not, please just let that useless piece of me be wherever it is. It really does not matter at all.
It’s only the memories that matter and that’s for eternity = )
2 comments:
I see your meaning. Still, if your family loves you, they'll still go through that ordeal to bring your body back so that your soul could rest in peace.
-my two cents worth.
Well, what is the point of going through such horrendous experiences and have an adverse impact for the rest of their life?
When... we don't even know for sure whether the'soul'really can rest in peace with a proper burial?
What is gone... was gone. It's the living that matters.
Just an opinion... which I know it won't sit well with people.
=)
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