Reality versus Fantasy

It was unbelievable of what my eyes set on its view. Things that were thought unachievable by our forefathers are now in the grasp of the people. I looked around and what I saw was inexplicable. This can’t be happening, I thought to myself. How could it be? From the place I came, men don’t know the value of one another. They rip the life of another without heaving a reason for it but this place is somehow different. Majestic it was for I saw a young man lying by the street was helped by another who barely even knew him. Wars were no more.

People from different lands, different roots and different belief treat one another as equal and not savages. The news of bombs falling from the sky was unheard of. Different were things there. For eyes could have played tricks on its owner, I closed mine and rubbed it hard to check whether it was blasphemy of what I am seeing but it was all truth and nothing but it. Fantasy it was I thought, the very same fantasy the people from where I came from long to have and own. Most of them if not all. This is what we called the Real Peace of The New World. I let myself rejoice for awhile in this wonderland for I saw of was what my generation could only dream of.

Shouts were heard, so loud it was I hurled up and saw the woman that brought me to this world. Weary but still pretty in her own way, I thought. I ran down the house I lived in for the past 7 years and straight to the field. There I saw kids of different skin colours laughing with each other. Happy they were. The same happiness I long for everyone that share the same land as me. I reminisce of the fantasy I had by the field with the background of laughter of the kids. Something hit me in the face, it was a torn newspaper brought by the wind. I read and it was the same old stories I have heard the past 17 years I have walk on this land.

In the midst of this man slaughter and butchery. I stop awhile to ponder. Men, the one in power tries to inflict negativity and fears to the oppressed. For they themselves are daunted by the unseen. It is in us, the great Homo sapiens to lose our faith and strength to what lies in the shadow. Often achieving far less than we perceive. For we are proud to call this the “New World” but it is for nothing.

Far than what our eyes can see all over the globe. Mothers and sons are lying down on earth late at night without really sleeping. How can they? For bombs could explode any second and rip their loved ones from their arms. In other parts of the land, sons growl at their mothers for their food are not to their expensive liking. It’s a pity and ungrateful of what us, men have become. This land, long before was sacred and full of peace but now the oppressed remains to be oppressed for nothing they could do. Hands that intend to help are tied tight. So they lie still and do they only thing they can, hope.

If men could just stop and forget about their roots and fight for real humanity all these could be put to an end but too many priests that lead our march and parade live with mask and many are tricked into believing them. Thousands die every day at the barrel of guns. Cries and sorrow are a daily routine. The criminal often escapes and fingers are pointed at the victim. What has happened to the real peace we proudly chant every day? Blown by the wind of gold? Are we blind not to see the obvious for the obvious are clearly spread right before our eyes?

Today I wake up and bathe thinking as far in the horizon of what food are my sisters and brothers have to fill in their empty stomach whilst I put aside the yolk for it is not to my liking. Ungrateful and arrogant we have become but still proud for nothing. Remember, Allah (God) is watching. Sounds of kids shouting in pain brought me back from my deep thoughts. After giving a hand, I limped back home, devastated, in the realization of what I dreamt was just a mere fantasy. Fantasy that is crush in the wake of the reality that all the serenity I saw was just a utopia.

Today when I lay my head on the soft pillow, I dream of tomorrow that when I wake up, men stand hand in hand and wage a war in the fight for one another without looking at their roots but for what is right. I dream there will be tranquillity and serenity far in the horizon and everywhere man can breathe. I, the young generation and the leader of tomorrow’s world can hand and only hope that when Reality Versus Fantasy it wins hands down for I want to love in a real New World of peace and hope.