You Should Be Glad I’m Not God

[Afghan refugee Hasanat Mohammed, 5, poses for a picture while standing outside his home in a poor neighborhood on the outskirts of Islamabad, Pakistan yesterday. Pakistan hosts over 1.6 million registered Afghans, the largest and most protracted refugee population in the world, and according to the U.N. refugee agency, thousands of them still live without electricity, running water and other basic services. Photo by Muhammed Muheisen via AP]

It breaks my heart. This little boy has seen more horror and devastation than should be witnessed by grown men. His eyes kill me. They are soaked in pain, and steeped in knowing. I can’t take it. I can’t look at him. Every day I ask the same thing: why are people so messed up? Why do we make war, instead of peace. Why do we worship money, oil and power? Who is it helping? Not this kid. Not any of the other 1.6 Afghan refugees. Not the future of our one and only planet. 

What does kindness cost? What do you lose by being kind to someone else? By not killing them, by not raping them or their country of it’s natural resources, for your own shallow gains? Where has greed ever gotten anybody? By not banning a mother with stage 4 breast cancer, from her daughter’s school, because you think she smells bad. Would that be so hard? Do you think it could change your life by simply refraining from being a total Piece of Crap Human Being??

Honestly, if I was God, I’d have blown us up a long, mother-loving, time ago. 

 

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