The recent Bangladesh terror attacks bust the Terror has no Religion myth

So I am writing this only because a reader asked me to share my views on the recent terror attacks in Bangladesh. Why did I not write on it myself? It’s for reasons that will soon become apparent in this blog post.

We all know what happened- terror has shaken up Bangladesh twice in the past week and the apparent perpetrators of the attack, the Islamic State (more popularly known as the ISIS or simply the IS), has warned of more attacks.

What do I think of it? My own analysis of it?

Not something you would like to read if you’re too sensitive and are a part of the ‘All Lives Matter’ bandwagon. I belong to the thought that believes ‘terror has no religion’ but I am slowly beginning to question that. Really? Does really terror has no religion?

When there is a terrorist pointing his gun at you asking you to recite a verse from the Holy Quran, can we still say terror has no religion? All those people who died because they could not quote the Quran, would they or their families still believe that terror has no religion?

Now don’t get me wrong, a particular terrorist group does not brand a whole religion as terrorists. Just because I talk of the Islamic State here, and I say that terror indeed has some link with religion, I am not brandishing all Muslims as terrorists. Just like the existence of Bajrang Dal does not make all Hindus a bunch of idiots indulging in moral policing or whatever the BS they regularly keep on doing.

But we have to understand here that a problem exists. And I’ll tell you why. For long we had been coming up with this argument that impart education. Once you get these people educated, they’d stay away from guns and violence but the fact that the most attackers in this act of violence were well educated that sent this theory for a six.

So where does it leave us?

What my little mind can make of it, I have come to think that there exists two extreme schools of thought in every religion. One that is practiced by all of us in our everyday lives- where we believe there is ultimately one supreme power though our paths may be different. And the other that believes there is only one God and it is their God. 

And no, it’s not the preachers of religions alone but our Holy Books that have gone wrong in places, the Bible tells you that it is wrong to practice homosexuality, the Gita tells you that it is imperative for you to have a son to reach salvation and the Quran tells you that it is okay to abuse your wife. The preachers apparently seem to be preaching just what they are reading and nothing else. These books which were written centuries ago presumably are not in sync with the modern times we’re living in. There’s no single Caliph that can rule the world or nor your single definition of ‘Ram Rajya’. It’s sad that we keep updating our literature with the modern times but never our religions. And what happens when you let water stand in a place for too long? It stinks.

The only time it flourishes lives is when it flows and changes and adapts itself to the changing course in front of it.

Why you should date someone who will tell you how they feel

“When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.” — Dale Carnegie

The say love is hard. It’s a series of chemical reactions in your mind and body that could potentially land you up in a situation where you may or may not want to bed (depending upon where you are).

An exhilarating experience, as told by some, with a few bumps along the road. Whilst we try to make things easy for our partners and ourselves (unless you’re a damaged person seeking drama in your relationship) there are times when we fail despite our best efforts.

Why does that happen? Why do we fail?

Because contrary to popular belief, feelings matter.

Because we fail to communicate. We fail to say what we feel. We fail to do what we feel. Feelings and actions, they say, make or break your relationships but of late, we’ve all been conditioned to hide our feelings. Because if we hide our feelings, we protect ourselves from a potential heartache. But that is what it is…a ‘potential’ heartache. You can’t know love if you are not willing to test the waters; if you are not willing to risk yourself a heartache once in a while.

No matter how far you grow in your life, professionally and financially, true growth comes from within, when you treat sadness with the same respect as you do with elation. When you brave a broken heart, the same way you would tend to a happy memory. That is what measures your true growth. And screw societal norms that you cannot cry or you cannot leave your heart vulnerable because crying is beautiful, giving your heart to someone and expecting them to keep it with love and care is brave not cowardly.

There is nothing more meditative than strings of pearls escaping your eyes for they cleanse your soul, they vacate your soul of all the negativity that has built up and to let you know that in spite of all the heartache, you will get back up as an injured warrior who may have lost some battles every once in a while but who will ultimately win the war.

There is nothing more brave than getting your heart broken and collecting all the pieces, getting back up and loving someone with the same intensity, same passion once again, if not more.

You may emerge hurt sometimes out of such an experience, but it will help you grow, it will help you to expand in ways you could not have imagined because baring your heart and soul to someone, to show them how you really feel, is really special. And worth the heartache. Every. Single. Time.

“There’s one sad truth in life I’ve found
While journeying east and west –
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My body. My rules?

She stared at the two lines mocking her. This couldn’t be happening, they had been careful. Too careful, in fact. But that stick couldn’t be lying…or could it? Maybe it was a false positive. Yes, that could be it. Twenty three was no age to bed pregnant. She’d just got out of college and started a job. She could tell Rohan about it but how would he react? 

Would he be angry and ask her to abort? Or would he ask her to marry him? And her parents? How would she explain it to them? She was their perfect daughter. How would she explain the pregnancy? Or the fact that their darling daughter had become an ‘adult’ while they were not watching? Would they even want to talk to her?

But wait. What did she think about this? She didn’t know. Not that did matter really. It didn’t matter, of course. Whether she wanted to keep the baby or not or whether she wanted to give it away…hmm, that sounded good. But what would her relatives think? She couldn’t go through the pregnancy without hiding it from the world. And what about her parents and Rohan themselves, would they be okay with her going through it? Rohan, maybe but her parents?

And could she actually give the baby away once it was born? She had seen it a million times before on TV, moms-to-be putting up their babies for adoption but changing their minds once they see a part of themselves in their hands? Would she be one of them? It was a possibility. Would anyone support her then? She didn’t know. There was too much she didn’t know.

Or maybe she could simply get rid of the baby. It wasn’t even a baby technically right now, just a cell- atleast that’s what science says. She would just be expelling a cell from her body. Yes, that would make it easy. Just. A. Cell.

But who was she fooling? Her heart knew and no technical term could change the reality that a life was growing inside of her, no matter how miniscule.

She had no option. She had to get rid of it and no one could ever know. Not her parents. Not Rohan. Not her best friend. Not a single soul. It’ll be her little secret.

But how would she do it? There was no planned parenthood here. She could go in a clinic and get a procedure performed but she would have been asked a million questions no matter if the law states otherwise. This was the society she lived in. She’d just have to get some pills. Online maybe. Bleeding for a month and pushing out the pregnancy outside of her was a much better option than doing it in a safer manner…

Such teenage pregnancy stories are not uncommon in India or throughout the world.

Every year about 16 million girls aged 15 to 19 and some 1 million girls under 15 give birth —most in low- and middle-income countries.
Complications during pregnancy and childbirth are the second cause of death for 15-19 year-old girls globally.
Every year, some 3 million girls aged 15 to 19 undergo unsafe abortions.
Babies born to adolescent mothers face a substantially higher risk of dying than those born to women aged 20 to 24.

And this is not me, this is the World Health Organization talking based on the teenage pregnancy statistics that are actually available to them. The real situation is much more alarming with millions of such cases going unreported.

Add to this the callous attitude of most governments across the globe, we face a massive problem that no one is talking about. And it is not just deaths but also various life threatening STDs that no one seems to care about.

Also, it seems people other than the female are in a better position to decide what she does with her body. And also apparently it is easier for people to buy guns than for a female to get the healthcare she needs. Yes, that’s looking at you Amurica. 

It’s funny that all the pro-life activists canvassing for the unborn baby do not realize that till the time the birth does not actually take place, they cannot dictate a woman what she can or cannot do with her body. Motherhood in itself is a huge deal, an unwanted one is just a burden that you’re putting on a woman specifically a teenager that she is in no position to handle most probably.

Now I am not suggesting anything or pointing fingers but maybe a change in the attitude of adults as to how they treat adolescents, health services as to how they help the troubled souls and how the governments frame policies for the future generations can go a long way in finding solutions and saving lives.