Someone Else’s Life

What gives any person the right to take someone’s life? How does one live with such an act?

These are the questions that have been screaming louder and louder in my mind as I scroll through various social media sites depicting what has happened in the past few days.
Deah Barakat, his wife Yusor Abu-Salha, and her sister Razan Abu-Salha, were murdered in North Carolina. Three Muslim college students who were destined to lead lives of success and giving to the world were not destined to see it. They were destined to die at a young age. The cause of death: hatred.

On December 10th, 2014, Ziad Abu Eid, a Palestinian official in the Commission Against the Separation Wall and Settlements, was murdered by the IOF during a peaceful protest in the small village of Turmosayya. The cause of death: hatred.

On August 9th, 2014, Michael Brown, a teenager, was murdered. The cause of death: hatred.

The list can go on. The list, in fact, will inevitably go on since the world cannot seem to shake itself from war, racism, occupation, discrimination, etc.

I look at the pictures of Deah, Yusor, and Razan, and my heart aches for their families. My heart hurts from the lack of justice. There’s a picture of Yusor dancing with her father on her wedding day. The last dance. A picture of Deah’s father, sister, and little brother as they watch their brother’s coffin move slowly into the ground captures a moment one wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

There’s a picture of Ziad Abu Ein’s daughter on her father’s funeral. She’s wearing a black sweater, her eyes closed and her head on her father’s chest…where his heart used to beat.

Mike Brown’s mother and father stand side by side in one of the photos with their son’s picture on their shirts, the last picture they’ll ever take of him.

Who gives the right to anyone to rob anyone else of their loved ones?
When a life is taken, a life is taken. A father-daughter dance is gone. A kid’s graduation ceremony is forever missed. A big brother is lost. A sister’s tough love is lost. A father is no longer present. A friend is no longer there. A family is shattered.
All that is left is the cry from justice that for now, seems to be unheard.

May everyone that is affected by such hurt and pain find the strength and faith that while the system fails many, God does not.


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