Syria, Germany, and The Angel Of The Migrants

 

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Boy In Palmayra, Syria

It is the people who have no say in making wars who suffer from the consequences of them.
– Philippa Carr

 

I am not really a political person, and I find all of the middle East issues incredibly complicated. The only thing I can say I know about this is that any human being that is suffering should be helped if possible. No matter where they are from, what economic background or religion. Under every circumstance we should give of ourselves in the ways that we can. I do care about what goes on in this world. I am in shock at the horrendous situation that is still going on and worsening in Syria. I may compose a song about it at some point, but for today I spill on my MacBook.

Syria’s crisis, which began in March 2011, has killed more than 250,000 people and wounded more than 1 million.

A few facts about the Syrian refugee crisis. (From World Vision)

  • Nearly 12 million Syrians have been displaced by the fighting — at least 7.6 million within Syria, and more than 4 million as refugees in neighbouring countries.
  • Increasing numbers of refugees are attempting to reach Europe.
  • About half of those displaced are children.
  • Children affected by the Syrian conflict are at risk of becoming ill, malnourished, abused, or exploited. Millions have been forced to quit school.

 

Europe is faced with a major struggle with all of the migrants that are in need of a place to safely settle. Over 6,000 Syrian refugees have flooded into Austria and Germany over the last few days. Both Austria and Germany opened their borders to the escapees fleeing the civil war in the tumultuous Middle East. Many more refugees are to come.

This is quickly becoming the worst refugee crisis in recent history. Austria and Germany have stated that they will allow thousands of refugees in, but other countries are not as enthusiastic. Some other European countries see it as way too big of an issue to handle, but German Chancellor Angela Merkel has shown her advocacy for helping Syrian refugees and asks other EU members to take more refugees into their counties. She as been quoted stating that there should be no limit to the number of migrants they would take, as they are a secure and financially strong country and will do whatever is necessary. The U.S., on the other hand has agreed to allowing 8,000 total. Even though the US and EU are leading in support for the crisis world-wide, the U.S is far beneath the European support. Compared to Germany’s commitment to 800,000, 8,000 is not really going to cut it. Australia is on board slightly, but also not enough. It really will require a proactive stance from ALL economically sound countries to help one of the biggest humanitarian crises ever known.

This week, the Prime Minister of Australia, Tony Abbott told a press conference he was moved by some images that have been in the media that are putting ” a human face” on the crisis. He said he was prepared to accept more refugees from Syria, but not raise the overall yearly intake.  Australia’s overall yearly intake of refugees which stands close to 14,000 total. Abbott wants Australia’s focus to be on families and women and children, especially of persecuted minorities. Apparently most of the refugees are christians fleeing from ISIS. Last year Australia allowed more than 4,400 people from Syria and Iraq to settle in the country. The overall refugee intake will increase to 18,750 by 2018. This is better than nothing, but we still could do more, surely.

What’s happening in Syria now for those that are left behind?

The ongoing humanitarian crisis in Syria is only adding to the already massive crisis of child labour and hindered education to the Syrian children. Many of the children are, in fact, the main bread winners of the families, and have no other choice but to bring in income and forfeit their education. We know that child labour is wrong across the board, and the despicable conditions in which they work only adds extra anguish to an open festering wound worldwide. The children are often beaten and abused both verbally and physically. We have so many heart breaking issues across the planet to tackle, so where do we start? Syria is potentially at risk of losing an entire generation of children due to this crisis, so it seems we need to be focusing on that first and foremost.

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The Dove And Reddening Sky

On a more positive note, there is one particularly beautiful woman and her friends that are doing amazing, heart centred things to help these people in dire need. Nawal Soufi, a Moroccan-Italian woman has been called the “Angel of the Migrants.” Together with a group of friends, she distributes baby food, clothes, and kind words of loving encouragement to migrants as they land on their shores of Italy. She inspires and gives hope to the immigrants by telling them that she loves them all, and gives them God’s blessing to live their dreams. She calls them her family.

Hope and a future vision of peace is still out there when hearts and countries decide to get involved and help the suffering.

Thank you, Europe. Thank you, Angel of the Migrants. Thank you everyone who is doing anything, no matter how small it may seem.

Let’s see if we all can step up to the plate now and bring what we can.

You can financially give aid to this crisis from these reputable charities.

 

Thank you for taking the time to read and share this post.

Peace.

I Don’t Talk Politics Or Religion…Or Do I?

Politics, Religion, War, Poverty, Injustice, Greed, Apathy, Abuse, Corruption, Closed-mindedness, Fear, Consumerism, Wastefulness, Separation, Denial, Suicide.

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Maurice Sendak’s Classic, Where The Wild Things Are

Those words reflect a sad view of the human condition. What has this world come to? What have humans evolved into? Wilder beasts than the scariest of stories.

“The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another.”

To summarise Maurice Sendak’s wonderful classic story, Max’s mother thought Max was being a naughty boy. After going to bed without his supper, Max found himself in a dream like state, where he witnessed wilder beasts than himself, and at some point after teeth gnashing and terrible roars from the Wild Things, with great courage, he asked them to “Be Still!” Max became respected as the most Wild Thing of all. He became the King of the Wild Things. Yet, this sense of purpose was not what he truly wanted in his deepest heart. He only wanted to be accepted, and had the realisation that  his yearning for acceptance was not born out of respect from intimidation and fear, but out of pure, unconditional love. “Max, the King of all Wild Things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.”

All of those words at the top of the page represent the human condition of not feeling loveable enough, not being good enough, not feeling a part of anything, not feeling important enough, therefore leading us to places and beliefs and ways of life that only lead us to the exact state of being that we don’t want, and that we abhor in others, and ourselves, like Max.

If I read that top list of characteristics, I get a nasty feeling in my gut. Surely I am not like that. Surely I am the exception to this malady of humankind. In some ways, perhaps. I don’t start wars, I try not to be greedy, I am aware of what I’m purchasing at the shops, I recycle, I try to self evaluate so that I am not in denial, I am kind to others, and I help old ladies in the shops if they can’t reach something or read a label on a soup can. So, I’m all good, right?

I stay away from politics, and I believe in God, but from a spiritual centred place, not in a “rules and regulations thou shalt not” kinda way. Yet I feel that I am meant to speak about these things that I apparently have nothing in common with.

Mainly, I don’t want you to think badly of me, because I really care about what you think. I don’t want to be judged, because, believe me, I learned a long time ago how to judge you. I was taught early on how to stand in a position of defence … Yet I say I am not a believer in War. So how come I have placed myself in the middle of a war, just by caring too much what you think of me? Obviously this is an individualistic, singular perspective of the internal war, the internal battlefield,  as opposed to the “big time blow ’em up” war involving countries, or even the world at large. What’s the difference?

Is there a difference in the wars we create, and the battles we personally face on a daily basis, and the world’s act of war?

Because I care so much about what you think of me, it can tear me up inside, it can lead to other ailments besides a defensive stance, it can lead to the biggest of all human dilemma, FEAR.

Fear is what drives all of these conditions. Politics thrives on instilling fear into the public at large, making false promises to keep us safe from the bad guys, pointing out who the bad guys are, meaning that we are somehow the good guys. Who gets to decide that? Again, we are judging a whole people from a black and white perspective of good and bad, right and wrong, just because they live somewhere else, and wear different clothes, and build different temples or mosques or churches. So there we are, involved in politics, judging the world based on some fundamental beliefs systems that make us right, and them wrong.
Old School Organised Religion (O.S.O.R. I just made that up!)  has given God a really bad rap over the years as well, because of the authoritarian perspective of separation, of alienation, of original sin (as if we are all bad inherently, and just have to try to become less bad. This is a really flawed theory I think, and only feeds the sickness of the soul we grow to have from our separation from our fellows), of bad and good, and mainly because of the reflection many pose as doing God’s work, in the name of God, as they kill anyone who is not agreeing with them. That is not an act of God, that is an act of man, of MAN IN FEAR.
I am not a politician, and I am not a preacher, and I am not a war monger, but I am a human being. I get to play whatever role in this tragedy, or comedy or masterpiece that I choose… That depends on me. I don’t want to try to get into the politics of the world, I don’t want to try to begin to talk about religion, but I do feel that I can talk about the human condition, because I do qualify for that. As we all do.
So, I am guilty of having greed, I can get into thinking of myself too much, and I can lose focus on the important things when I get wrapped up in what I want, and what I don’t have. We know that the world is still suffering greatly with millions of people in need of basic life essentials and it’s easy to remove this from our awareness when we get busy in our lives, and like a horse with blinders, we sometimes only see whats in our own back yard. The first step for change from where I sit today, is to see that the greed of one culture, is creating and perpetuating the poverty of another. That does not sound “fair” to me, as equal lives on this globe, we all deserve the basic human rights of food and water. So, I get to think about that, and feel that, and see what responsibility I have in all of it.Then I get to act accordingly.
When I can see that we are all the “same” in that we are all unique, individually beautiful creations, then I feel more able to see you, and be able to help you. We are all a part of the tribe of humanity. When I get out of myself and stop focusing on whether or not you are judging me, as I judge you judging me, then I can get in a place of complete love with you. I can feel the connection we share, the life that we both bring, and then can have fascination by the different views you may have to mine. It’s refreshing, and often illuminating and life altering.

So I choose to be open-minded, I choose to be empathic, I choose to be compassionate, I choose to be giving, I choose to be caring, I choose to be proactive, I choose to be a warrior for light and love, justice and equality.

I don’t want to commit slow soul suicide, which is death in itself. I want to make a difference in this world. I want to help this planet be a little better and brighter because of me. I am writing this as all of us. The “I” in this story is Us. Together, united, healing the planet in one smile, one step, one decision, one surrender at a time.