I found this on my smartphone, which I apparently wrote on the 3rd of June 2014:
Its not hard to calculate the exact day but it’s of little value because life itself is of little value here.
Today I heard a news anchor on a TV station saying,”We now know it wasn’t an Arab spring, rather a Hebrew spring, as it was designed to divide the Arab word and it gave rise to terroristic groups …” This caused me some disappointment at first; while I remembered how the same people celebrated the overthrowing of their oppressors a few years ago.
It might be mind boggling for a lot of people following our situation how the masses came to let go of the values of liberty, equality, and human dignity in very short a time, but it comes as no surprise to a person who’s inside the scene.
If there’s anybody to blame for this moral and cultural decline it’s us -those who so sincerely believe in human values- for we are the ones who failed to show people how dramatically their lives, and the lives of their children, would have changed if they had embraced these values. We failed because of our ignorance, which is the result of our cowardice, which is the result of our stupidity, which is a result of our conceit, which is a result of our ignorance – at least this is my speculation.
Our lack of ingenuity was clear but we refused to accept it because our opponents succeeded in dragging us down into trivial battles. And we successfully fell into the trap because our minds were almost equally trivial.
My love for reading might be a little hard for some people to fully understand, even for people who actually love it just like I do. Naturally those who don’t like it don’t get it because they don’t know what they’re missing. But most of those who share it’s love probably have had it for a very long time that they don’t know what it’s like not to have it. To me it resembles the story in Genesis where man is fascinated by woman after living so much without her and feeling so lonely until he finally meets an equal partner . In fact, it’s very similar to my story, because the day I met reading is the day I got reintroduced to humanity and culture in the flesh.