Hearts against Guns... How EQUAL are we?

If my heart was pushed with a gun, how genuine would my smile be? Soldiers patrolling and their guns as necklaces hanging around their chests. Innocent eyes behold the weapons which force a country to be kept intact. Those innocent eyes behold the violent measures used for man's greed for power and money. And even in those moments, those soldiers refuse to hide their guns from children's sights. My heart storms with sadness at how hearts need to fight against guns. How fair is that? How fair would it be if I asked you to take the physical organ of your heart out of your body and ask it to defend you, to protect you? A man stands with his gold around his neck, ready to fire at his own command versus a man with dry hands and his heart beating frantically within his own skin. Does the word UNEQUAL come to mind yet? If that shiny harm was removed from his neck will he fight with his bare hands MAN-to-MAN? FIST-to-FIST?

If the word UNEQUAL has come to mind then would it surprise you that those very hearts against guns are humble. That come what may they persevere against all odds and above all they believe in God as their only means for survival. That come what may they say: "algamdoelillah" and they are at peace. Like a sleeping giant,  victory awaits them. You can see it in their patient eyes, the battle grounds aren't what the soldiers think it is. It never was. The soul has been battling long before their feet hit the ground of the very country they force to kneel to them. Somehow the plot was lost along man's cloudy needs for his power-thirsty ambition. He drains from a country which somehow he believes he owns.

Has God made any other human life's blood more special than the next? Does one individual's family mean more than the next? Just think: If one individual stands up for his family because he believes that danger cannot stain his family, how can he snatch the life of another's? What does it take for the soul to gaze with hatred towards a life he doesn't know and at the same time: What makes him think that his gun can claim that life at his will?

My heart against a gun. Your heart against a gun. Let us count the ways we would falter. Courageous and brave: People of Palestine. Patient and enduring: People of Palestine. Ultimately victorious: People of Palestine. Whether a situation is good or bad, it's taken in their stride: People of Palestine. A butterfly flaps its frail wings against a gushing wind as the fierce storm reels it in. The storm calms and the butterfly conquers the storm. Imagine that. With God anything is possible.