Reality
I've been online, reading articles on Darfur Crisis. I cant understand some of the reasons behind it but Wikipedia explains it pretty well. This man made conflict has apparently started on 26th Feb 2003. Thats my 18th birthday.
I'm 22 now and I've only learn about this displacement, starvation, rape, and mass slaughter because of Green Day's cover on Working Class Heroes.
How ignorant have I been?
Just like Srebrenica Massacre, which happened in 1995 where more than 7,000 unarmed Muslim men were killed. I only found out abt that last year when I stumble upon a photography exhibition at the National Library in SG.
It pissed me off to admit that there is nothing much I can do except to provide some monetary support.
But seriously, money can't buy peace or buy the lives of the victims family back. Much less erase the hatred and anger in the victims' heart. And thats what gonna live on, for even longer than the crisis itself. How do we save those ppl?
I whine about my small dysfunctional family, boys problems and how I can't get the shoes I want. When there is probably a girl my age, having to watch her father and brothers being murdered and her mother, sisters and herself being beaten to pulp and raped next to some dead bodies.
How sad is that?