After all these years, we’re still searching for answers

HOW is it that I get to wake in the morning and not have hell happen to me the night before?

How is it that I get to eat breakfast and never know hunger?

How is that I get to have a routine instead of living with chaos?

How is that I get to plan school runs instead of routes across deserts?

How is that I get to see the Mediterranean from a beach and not a dingy?

How is that I enjoy the well-being of my children instead of fearing for their lives?

How is that I get to enjoy culture, music and dance instead of dust, destruction and gunfire?

How is that I get to have an education instead of traumas that defeat me?

How is that I get to work, to earn and to prosper?

How is that I do not live in an arid country mutilated by bombs?

How is that I have not experienced a terrorist attack, crushed and broken in its wake?

How is that I get to collect my kids from concerts, untainted, uninjured and alive?

How is it that for every rich person there are countless who are poor?

How is that we strive for the biggest and the best because justice and fairness are uncomfortable words?

How is that we are so advanced technologically but so bereft emotionally?

How is it that lies come easier than truths? How is it that hate blinds compassion, blinds everything?

How is that “victory at all costs” comes at all costs?

And how is that we search for new worlds when our own world is so broken?

It is the way of world, they say; always was, always will be.

How is it that we cannot find a new way? After all these years.

From London to Islamabad, from Syria to Manchester and to all who are suffering - there are no answers, only nonsensical questions. I am sorry. So very sorry.