dear life 19
dear life
just today i was browsing the music in my computer that i came by the clip made by a friend's friend (Ali Herischi) in tribure of the earthquake that brought Bam and its people to their knees. and hours later the BBC reminded me of the fact that today is the first anniversary of that devastating earthquake.
It's funny how time passes by so quickly and how we continue to live on our lives, forgetting and putting the grief and sadness some place unknown. one year has passed by of those sombre days, days in which you put our humanities to test, a test that some passed proudly and some failed. just some days ago a report was published in Hamshahri of the grand sale of all the aids sent for the people of Bam, in some storage houses near Tehran's cemetery (Behesht-e Zahra). aids that were sent with love and passion by so many who hoped and wanted so badly to help. aids that could have saved so many of the earthquake stricken people helped instead some other to follow their aims and greeds. the aids that have today reached near Tehran's cemetry were destined to reach bam,to hopefully stop some from entering the populated cemetry of bam, or at least alleviate the pain of those crying over its unnamed mass graves of their loved ones.
today the cemetry of bam survives to remind us of all that went by and to be a witness of all that is still going on (or of what should be going on and is not). and one day it may tell and help unravel the sad story of bam for those who will come years and centuries later (as do today the bodies found in the ruined walls of the citadel that was and is the symbol of that city).
the least i could do was to write to you, to get others i know to join me in saying a prayer for the ones we lost,in remembering one important heritage of our land and in asking you for a hand in doing what really means something and being a human.
just today i was browsing the music in my computer that i came by the clip made by a friend's friend (Ali Herischi) in tribure of the earthquake that brought Bam and its people to their knees. and hours later the BBC reminded me of the fact that today is the first anniversary of that devastating earthquake.
It's funny how time passes by so quickly and how we continue to live on our lives, forgetting and putting the grief and sadness some place unknown. one year has passed by of those sombre days, days in which you put our humanities to test, a test that some passed proudly and some failed. just some days ago a report was published in Hamshahri of the grand sale of all the aids sent for the people of Bam, in some storage houses near Tehran's cemetery (Behesht-e Zahra). aids that were sent with love and passion by so many who hoped and wanted so badly to help. aids that could have saved so many of the earthquake stricken people helped instead some other to follow their aims and greeds. the aids that have today reached near Tehran's cemetry were destined to reach bam,to hopefully stop some from entering the populated cemetry of bam, or at least alleviate the pain of those crying over its unnamed mass graves of their loved ones.
today the cemetry of bam survives to remind us of all that went by and to be a witness of all that is still going on (or of what should be going on and is not). and one day it may tell and help unravel the sad story of bam for those who will come years and centuries later (as do today the bodies found in the ruined walls of the citadel that was and is the symbol of that city).
the least i could do was to write to you, to get others i know to join me in saying a prayer for the ones we lost,in remembering one important heritage of our land and in asking you for a hand in doing what really means something and being a human.
posted by friend @ 9:22 PM
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