UNFORGETTABLE PICTURES !!!!!!! 😦 (THAT WILL LEAVE A MARK ON YOUR HEART):(
1957. The first day of Dorothy
Counts at the Harry Harding High School in the United States . Counts was one of
the first black students admitted in the school, and she was no longer able to
stand the harassments after 4 days.
January 12, 1960. A second before
the Japanese Socialist Party leader Asanuma was murdered by an opponent student.
1963. Thich Quang Duc, the
Buddhist priest in Southern Vietnam , burns himself to death protesting the
government’s torture policy against priests. Thich Quang Dug never made a sound
or moved while he was burning.
1962. A soldier shot by a sniper
hangs onto a priest in his last moments.
1965. A mom and her children try
to cross the river in South Vietnam in an attempt to run away from the American
1966. U.S. troops in South Vietnam
are dragging a dead Vietkong soldier.
February 1, 1968. South Vietnam
police chief Nguyen Ngoc Loan shots a young man, whom he suspects to be a Viet
1972. After South Vietnam planes
accidentally drop a bomb on a town.
1973. A few seconds before Chile
‘s elected president Salvador Allende is dead during the coup.
1975. A woman and a girl falling
down after the fire escape collapses.
1980. A kid in Uganda about to die
of hunger, and a missionaire.
February 23, 1981. Colonel Molina
ve military police seizes the Parliament building in Spain . The photographer
did not expect the scene, and hid the films in his shoe
1982. Palestinian refugees
murdered in Beirut , Lebanon
1987. A mother in South Korea
apologizes and asks for forgiveness for his son who was arrested after attending
a protest. He was protesting the alleged manipulations in the general elections.
1989. A young man in China stands
before the tanks during protests for democratic reforms.
1992. A mother in Somalia holds
the body of her child who died of hunger.
1994. A man who was tortured by
the soldiers since he was suspected to have spoken with the Tutsi rebels
2001. An Afghani refugee kid’s
body is being prepared for the funeral in Pakistan .
2002. Soldiers and villagers in
IRan are digging graves for the victims of the earthquake. A kid holds his
father’s pants before he is buried.
2003. An Iraqi prisoner of war
tries to calm down his child.
Before we complain ever again, we should perhaps come back and re-look at this post. Stop complaining about the government’s involvement on Freddie and Fannae, stop complaining about the stock price, and stop complaining about our job. We are the lucky ones in the world.
“We cannot change what happened anymore. The only
thing we can do is to learn from the past and to realize
what discrimination and persecution of innocent people means.
I believe that it’s everyone’s responsibility to fight prejudice.”
“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten
we belong to each other.”
“If a man calls me a nigger, he is calling me something I am not. The nigger
exists only in his own mind; therefore his mind is the nigger. I must feel
sorry for such a man.”
“We may have different religions, different languages,
different colored skin, but we all belong to one human race.
We all share the same basic values.”
“The only good that can come out of these nail bombs is
that they spur all of us, whatever race, age, creed or sexuality,
to work harder to build the one-world
“Hate is like a cancer. It doesn’t matter if you have a
little cancer or a lot of cancer – it’s still cancer!”
My heart aches for your hearts
That break. I shed tears for
The forgotten years—
The tortured monks and nuns–
For your people who suffer still
With no voice to teach
Your hopeless hungry young.
Only your elder’s tears
Speak of the deep sorrow
Of your lost lives, lost culture,
Your sacred Buddhist beliefs,
Your divine history that
Continues to be destroyed.
Even as your dead fall
You do not hate . . .
You only wish to liberate
Those loving souls who
Remain as strangers in their
Own beloved land.
I will be your voice
To join with other voices that
Will help you attain freedom.
Make the choice not to hate
Prejudice a word, that feels wrong– a feeling without rhyme or song..
A feeling felt by anyone–a feeling that cant be fun..
Prejudice simmers beneath the soul–embedding itself, making our bodies cruel and cold..
Its a whisper yelling in that weak ones ear–over powering positive thoughts, creating fear..
Telling us hating is just and right–and when the message becomes to real, we have to fight..
Before we know it, even the whispers, we start to feel–as the touch of hate becomes so real..
We start to hate those we don’t even know–as the negative of hate, even dims loves glow..
Hate comes in all shades of skin–its our choices, that keeps the hate with in..
Hate can steal one or a whole family–but love and God can help us see..
Its up to us to challenge that which feels wrong–our choices keeps us from weakness and going along..
Its a paranoia, a mental distrust of others–this prejudice thing can even make you hate your mother..
Its a blindness we allow ourselves, you and me–a hate that keeps us from being able to see..
From seeing the brightness of love glowing from others –that kind of love, that glows when we make a stranger a sister, a brother..
</span></span>Ive learned to give the heart time to feel–and when the time comes , youll know its real..
We have to deal with the consequences, your fate–please make the choice not to hate..
Take notice of your hand.
Each finger moves separately.
Each finger is a different size,
Yet all belong to the same hand.
All nationalities may be seen as
Different fingers on the same hand.
Would you cut off a finger if
It looked different, felt different,
Or if it were scarred or ugly, or
Couldn’t move as well as the others?
If one finger is broken, the other
Fingers are gathered and may be
Joined together to support the
Broken finger so that it may heal.
I pray that one day I may see all our
Fingers well, working together and able
To move with each other in harmony.
Love for humanity should be as deep as the sea
But if you are afraid to get wet,
this understanding for you will bever be.
Peace and love 2 all mankind even when it hurts.
Another day goes by
Another week goes by
Another month goes by
All in the bat of an eye and I
Don’t think I’m dreaming
Cuz in my dreams I can fly…
But in this place there’s no peace
There’s no rest for the weary or strength for the weak
And you can call out for help
But they’re all fast asleep
Or half conscious
In a dreamless state
Where their days are made of hours
And their hours equal pay
They’ve forgotten how to live
And they’ve forgotten how to play
Forgotten that we used to call each tree by its name
They’ll stare you down like you’re different
Cuz they forget we’re all the same:
All one mind
All one god
All one brain…
And when I look in your eyes I see my own face
I see past all your addictions
And beyond your race
I look farther, deeper, into a sacred space
Where there’s only peace and grace
Your body is a vessel that was made to encase
The light that exists
Whether or not you admit it
You can choose worry and fear
Or you can be calm and sit
We’re all frustrated and weak
And sick of this shit
But you can dissolve all your problems with breath
You can inhale the truth ‘til there’s nothing else left
Watch the lies crumble and wonder
How the secret was kept
Hidden from sight
You have the power to turn the darkness to light
And you don’t have the option to give up in this fight
They say we can’t tell the difference
Between what’s wrong and what’s right
We need religion and government
And more menu choices
But when’s the last time you heard people raising their voices
In song or in prayer or in protest, for that matter?
Scream from your soul and this illusion will shatter!
I’m sick of being served death on a silver platter
And accepting it just because the presentation is nice
Sick of being a slave to addiction and vice
And I’m sick of this sorry excuse for a life!
I am through with being powerless and feeling weak
I’m unfolding this tapestry and my colors run deep
My dreams no longer bound
By the constraints of sleep…
This is liberation
Of the purest kind…
They said democracy was freedom…
But now we’re freeing our minds.
So many gods, so many creeds,
so many paths that wind and wind
while just the art of being kind
is all the sad world needs.
by Hemant Khurana(Happy)
Help ever Hurt Never Love all serve all 😦