“You are not my kind. You were born of a different religion. You think differently because you do not belong to my religion. You have a different color. You talk differently. You do not praise the same God that I do. You should not be on this earth. You do not deserve to live…
You have no idea what it is for me to live. I was born in a humble cottage. I had aspirations. I worked hard to earn my bread. And then your community started this violence. you killed my people. I spend my life thinking about life and protecting my family from you rather than spending a decent life. You are an unwanted part of my life .. and of this world” I thought about you, cursed you and went to bed. My tired eyes closed soon and I was dreaming. A bad dream. A dream that I was born again.. in your community…. aspiring to have a family and live a decent life. tired of the struggle.. .. I saw myself wishing bad for the other community.. I had a dream .. that I was you….
Let us both dream.. that we will live together in peace.. after all I am just me… but I could have been you.
