I don’t mind watching gory bloody movies. It is entertaining to see zombies chasing humans and getting their brains blown out of their heads.
It is nice to play counter-terrorism games too.
I get dreams at night where I am fighting against them, gun ready for action.

But when I saw two women fighting in the train the other day, blood streaming from their face, pulling each others hair, I cried. I cried for the reason they fought over, ones umbrella nudged the other. Cried for the savage, uncivilized look in their eyes.
Cried for the world is a scary place really.
And I prayed to god. Don’t let this happen to my people.


Prayer
~Tabish Khair

Grant me a little child
I can hide
When the mullahs come home to pray.
When planes are birds of prey.


Someone
Smaller than my thumb
I can put in my pocket and run.

And then this guy, a travel blog writer, he does all the things that I want to do. He takes year long trips. Goes places with his funny friends. Writes about it. Takes pictures of amazing stuff. And I sit here in my unmovable, boring, monotonous stupor. I so wanna get out and go there. And I so can’t. I wonder who will be my trip mates. I need some sensible around me. I am too volatile to stay on one thing. *sigh*
When are you coming, my world trip?