Requiem To The Sea Written by Ambreen Ishrat
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so has snake charmer, camel wala or photographer with his camera. Necessity has forced these people, who used to depend upon you for their livelihood to go elsewhere. The picnickers that used to throng at your side every evening and night are all gone now. They have abandoned you for some other dazzling joint, where city lights outlast night and party ever carries on. Did they ever care about you at all, I wonder. Yet there are a few faithful ones who still choose to come here: sparse joggers, some couples deeply engrossed in private conversations and in each others. And there are a few scavengers like me. The blanched moon beckons and angry waves ebb and flow in their ancient rhythm. This ancient rhythm that has been here, since beginning of creation, even before man was here. To every pattern and to every beginning, there is an end. And mankind, is always trying to orchestrate end of his own beginning, trying to haste on nemesis. Almost a century back, Matthew Arnold looked at dark sea and contemplated upon man's faith and his fate. How far have man progressed since then? So much intelligence and so much of advancement and yet there remains disdain, pompousness and a criminal neglect towards environment that sustains him. So many months have passed since oil spill tragedy has taken place, effects on which still linger on. The toxic wastage lies in bottom of sea, hidden from our discerning eyes. It is still seeping in unfathomable depths, poisoning very core, roots and essence. Water being our integral constituent, this toxic wastage is poisoning our souls as well.
The Karachi beach, as we have known it never had crystalline clearness of Bahamas, of Florida, Miami or Hawaii, The polluted and trash strewn coastline stretch used to speak volumes about our civic sense, but it still was something better than having nothing. It used to offer us luxury of watching infinity. The Sea is what defines our status as a coastal city. It is and would always be a prominent element of our landscape and geography. As for karachittees social life and cultural milieu, cooperate food chains, restaurants and food outlets would keep on opening, but damage done to sea would linger on. These cramped spaces are meant for a blessed few and speak volumes about our empty souls and excess desires, over brimming indulgences and depraved values. In spite of hoodwinking claims made about amount of damage being minimal, in heart of our heart, we ought to know better that an irreparable damage has been done and sea has been blemished. We ought to know now that price is to be paid, by us and by our future generations. Scared I am to bring my children into this world, and to think about kind of future they will have.
The author is a 26 years old single female, hailing from Karachi, Pakistan. She has earned her masters degree in English Literature from the University of Karachi. Currently working as a content and creative writer at an IT firm, she dreams of pursuing a M. Phil degree in literature some day. Her hobbies include reading and writing. For feedback, comments or critique she can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
It's Not My Job to Free TibetWritten by Skye Thomas
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What if I do a little bit for each and every one? They say, "Every little bit counts!" You know if all I was giving was my money, then I'd say yes. Donate money to all of those causes. But, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about actually rolling up my sleeves and getting to work helping make world a better place. I personally cannot fly all over planet adding just a touch of my energy here and there. To truly create huge changes needed to fix those problems, I would have to really give my undivided attention and focus. One hundred people giving a moment of their time is not as effective and powerful as just two or three people giving it all of their time and focus. If I am going to make a difference, then I will have to narrow list down.
One by one, I had to scratch off list those things that I personally could not do. That's not to say that I won't someday be able to help finance them. For now, I have to look at what I can actually roll my sleeves up and do with my own two hands. What are my talents best used for? What is my job? I picked from list those things that were truly deeply mine. They are all areas that I also happen to feel a personal calling to be involved in. Everything else, I have to let go and trust that someone else will recognize that they have talents and resources to become part of solutions. I have to trust that whoever is meant to take on those jobs will feel a calling deep in their soul and that they'll heed that calling.
Another hard part for me is not knowing divine plan. When bad things happen, we can sort of take comfort in knowing that there must be some divine reason. Somehow challenges and dramas of life always lead to enlightenment, joy, new self esteem, or some other cosmic gift. Some things are meant to be. Some things are not meant to be. So, when I take that deep breath and trust that someone else is going to pick up that particular problem and give their life to solving it, I have to also make peace with idea that it may not happen way I would like to see it happen, or along timeline that I'd like to see it happen. Who will free Tibet while I'm busy working on fixing these other things? Will they be saved in a timely manner? Will our government dive in to save them way that they felt called to save other people? I can only pray that someone else picks up baton because I cannot. Is it your job? Will you free Tibet?
Copyright 2004, Skye Thomas, Tomorrow's Edge
Skye Thomas began writing books and articles with an everyday practical approach to life in 1999 after twenty years of studying spirituality, metaphysics, astrology, personal growth, motivation, and parenting. After years of high heels and business clothes, she is currently enjoying working from home in her pajamas. Go to www.TomorrowsEdge.net to read more of her articles and to get a free preview of one of her books.