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It Is Not Right To Romanticize War (Farina Almas)

War is never a solution; it is an aggravation(Benjamin Disraeli) War is not as easy and simple as we have come to understand it. It is not a charming scene of a peacock dancing in cold raindrops under a gray clouded sky, it is a heartwarming story of death dancing in the blood-sprinkling sky and the acacia-growing earth. This is an ancient tradition of man, which is related to the savage instinct of man. When the dominated man tramples the established moral codes and human values ​​under his feet in the obsession to take revenge. Its purpose is never to establish peace. It is not fought to save the nation’s identity or civilization. It is not able to help man to get out of his basic problems such as poverty, ignorance, unemployment or chaos, cruelty, and injustice. In other words, it can be said that war, whether it lasts for 30 days or 30 years, never leads to the solution of human problems. It never gives green to the fields. It does not even cause human hunger to be satisfied. During this time, the birds forget their songs, and the buds stop chirping. It causes hatred, fear, confusion, uncertainty, and sorrow. Nothing comes to hand except the feeling of anguish and pain. It destroys the possibility of life and consumes many generations. It is a blind dance of death that only the elites on the throne of power stage for their own entertainment. Just like the brutal games of gladiators were organized hundreds of years ago for the entertainment of kings. The only difference is that the bloody games were between refined humans and wild beasts starved for days, but the games of war. On both sides, man is the cause of the brutality and the victim. The arena of the gladiator was filled with the blood of men and beasts, but the arena of battle was infested only with human blood. The game makes the rulers powerful but along with the reformed soldiers, the common people who are already looking for the means of death to escape the sorrows of life become the fuel of this fire. War only divides fear. A fear that descends as sorrow in human veins and stops as death. Mothers give their children a kiss every hour so that this kiss does not become the last kiss. She cradles her infants in her arms, lest a stray fragment of a grenade or a blinding bullet should find its way into human flesh, to which she may offer her broken existence before reaching that tiny soul. When the thunder of a cannonball starts to shake the earth, it absorbs all its vibrations into its being. There comes a time when a man has nothing to lose and sees his wealth built up by years of hard work being destroyed in front of his eyes, now he only fights with death. He wants to live to mourn his father or mother or to take revenge on the wrongdoers. But death is moving towards him, like a bloody witch, sinking its sharp teeth into his neck.

It Is Not Right To Romanticize War (Farina Almas)
It Is Not Right To Romanticize War (Farina Almas)