Am I more valuable than a black man?
We were all born in the same hospital.
Our parents poured the same tears when they were informed about our birth, tears that were not colored but transparent, the color of love, with a little salt in it, which in addition to happiness, also includes our worries for the future in this drop, the same worry about for all of our children.
But, how could it happen that we, the people who you can’t even see with the largest and most technological telescope from space, so small and meaningless for the universe, that we have adapted so much greed and self-love that the color of a person’s face has become a classification of their superiority or inferiority?
That our mother, who carried us in her womb for 9 months and had to suffer so much pain, has suddenly become a useless ‘’ woman ‘’, about whom we allow ourselves the right to say what she is able to do?
That the most beautiful feeling, the love that Mother Nature has integrated into our bodies and souls, belongs only to a man and woman, but a man cannot love a man and a woman cannot love a woman?
How we have managed to make a person an evil, who only thinks differently in political terms than we do and instrumentalize so much on social media and wish him death for it?
Since childhood I have eaten, worked with these people, not only that, we have healed our wounds, on our body, but also in our souls..
Now people tell me that I should ‘’hate‘’ someone, who doesn’t look like me because he has a different nationality, religion or color on his face?
How could we develop like this? Are we not tired of so much bloodshed, sadness that has haunted us every day since the beginning of history?
How many tears still have to be poured so that this humanity finally understands that the lost future of the children through bombs, whose fathers and mothers we have taken away, will bring nothing, but nothing good for us in the future?
My grandfather had said these words to me years ago:
‘’Son, there will be many difficult times ahead, you will suffer a lot of pain, you will lose, but never forget that in this life everything that you lost along the way somehow comes back..
..but if you lose your humanity , then you will be lost in this and all other lives..‘’
I never forgot the Amy who held my hand when I was shot, the Ahmet who saved my life, the Nadine who celebrated with me for my success, the Jagvir who took me home on a lost night..
And none of them ever looked at my skin color or asked for my ID, gave me a nickname because I believed in another God. They did it because they saw me as a human, they believed in humanity and in love.
How am I supposed to ‘’hate’’ these people?
No my friend, I can’t. In this life that only lasts three days for many, I cannot waste my time and especially my precious heart for something that does not exist and is not the truth.
We were born with the same tears and are buried again with the same tears and the tears of a mother simply have no color.
My worth is no more than that of the black, the Jews, the Christians, the Atheists, the gay person, the disabled, a woman, I am a simple person who is just a tiny drop in the ocean of mankind and the wave of love can only get bigger if we all finally try to love and stick together.
How beautiful the Turkish sufi Yunus Emre has said once:
‘’..The true meaning of the four holy books Is found in the alphabet’s first letter. You talk about that first letter, preacher; What is the meaning of that-could you tell?
Yunus Emre says to you, pharisee, Make the holy pilgrimage if need be A hundred times-but if you ask me, The visit to a heart is best of all..’’
Love the human being because of his heart and not his color, because every color fades one day, but the lost days wasted on hate will haunt you forever.
LOVE ! Thanks.
Author: Harun Resit Aydin