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Defiance: Death of Humanity

They have rampaged across cities and villages. Killing innocent, unarmed civilians in cowardly acts of violence… No just God would stand for what they did yesterday and what they do every single day– a statement from United States President Barack Obama, articulating his conviction about a hostile extremist group specified as the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (which is lead by Abu Bakr al Baghdadi these days).

Aversion, threats, bombings, kidnappings, beheadings, invasion, and other forms of violence are immediate depictions upon a terrorist organization that is ISIS. Through its combative ingenuity and unfathomable brutality, the fact that it has been a former faction of the menacing Al Qaeda leaves us no doubt. Although both groups uphold Sunni Islam, they now emerge as rivals rather than allies. They severed a connection due to differentiation in particular aspects of their beliefs and principles. We take this opportunity to warn those governments that enter this evil alliance of America against the Islamic State [ISIS] to back off and leave our people alone, says the militant in black.

Evidently, the purpose of the Islamic State and Syria in establishing its association is the attainment of an Islamic Caliphate or state across the region where Sharia Law or code, encompassing religious and non-religious aspects of life, tries to rule as the foundation of the governance that is being built. To be able to meet what is expected of this government to be launched, ISIS is keen to comply whatever it takes. It needs supreme power and in order for it to gain control, strength must be shown to people. It must execute an expression that will invariably intimidate a whole community to follow. Otherwise, harm is going to be inflicted.

As for our mistakes, we do not deny them. Rather, we will continue to make mistakes as long as we are humans. God forbid that we commit mistakes deliberately, admitted by Abu Mohammed al-Adnani, one of the group’s ideologues. This is what an Islamic state is trying to consider as an excuse to implement even the torturing acts towards disobedience. It is observed here that what former UK Prime Minister Tony Blair is blaming as bad systems of politics mixed with abuse of religion coincides as the root of the humiliating problems in the Middle East.

ISIS has taken advantage of the forces held by the conscientious institutions who lack the drive to put up a good fight against it; thus, paving its way to a more empowered sense of terrorism. It formulates strategic plans to advance skills and ultimately level up in a variety of ways, such as: targeting those localities that are more willing to abide its regulations, providing accessibility with dissatisfied Sunni tribes and others who have suffered marginalization and deprivation by the administration, recruiting foreign fighters who even travel far across the world to join the cluster, risking the safety of opponents basically to bolster its regional intentions, launching attacks on the West whenever feasible, seeking ruthless control over the minorities and fellowmen that may lead to forced take off or even murder, stipulating for ransom of its captives, ignoring international borders, expanding set of connections as its ideology polishes, evading to alienate influential tribal leaders, and trying to win favor through organizing welfare programs and activities.

Recently, the news is widespread about the assassination of James Foley and Steven Sotloff- when in fact this is just a chunk from a huge number of instances wherein ISIS has viciously detracted the lives of people who could have stayed for a longer period of time and be significant members of the society as catalysts of change and contributors of productivity. These American journalists are not mainly the ones who are supposedly to be served as sacrificial lamb, as such catastrophic event to human race roars so loud as if raving the dominance of barbarism that boosts the ego of a completely deranged autonomous system. Nobody can be justifiably pulled out to offer his/her own life based from the fallacious demands of misinterpretation, lack of communication, biased decision, unlawful implication, extortion, and rebellion. Nobody has that obligation to accept a fate of being decapitated for the sake of satisfying a nihilistic viewpoint’s thirst for revenge. Putting one’s self in service of other people doesn’t have to automatically mean dying because this kind of nobility requires bravery and courage- and our nation apparently needs them here to stay.

Myriad cases of inhumane treatment internationally reported or not, have been quite alarming to global relations especially to countries that are immensely caught up in discord. It is not only journalists or public and private officials or the native people who are considered to be active along the danger zone of coercion, but each one of us. Everyone is prone to get victimized by the irrational superiority. There’s no safe place to hide, nowadays.

Beyond those words that are deemed to fit into the description of how ISIS placed itself into a context that is not credited to be favorable, is the mind of a youth whose perspective will never falter when it comes to attending to issues which open the door of vulnerability to her fellowmen while unwrapping her side of consciousness. I, as an individual who is aware of these phenomena, take my stand to diverge from the doctrine of the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria. Perhaps I considerably acknowledge its reinforcement of laws regarding a stronghold for faith in religion, the process of flawlessly carrying out its directives, and commitment to scheme; but I cannot attest to fully tolerate injustices in the process of putting up with the plan.

I believe to the extent of my ability as a citizen of this country to prevent the cultivation of aberration from the morality of the standards that are set upon our society. Words are potential source of vitality but actions are what transform our ideals into possibilities. Being on my position right now, I advice those dealers on the black market to stop patronizing the oil of ISIS for it funds the group enough to have some money spent on its operations. I also suggest that countries shall enhance their need for vigilance especially in America (and of course even here in the Philippines) to at least lessen the casualties from attacks. If we are really into slamming the dogma of ISIS, then we must condemn it from stepping into our territorial claims unless proven to deserve meritorious consideration.

Voice of the public explodes stronger than bombs of our enemies. Speak the truth even if it means a higher rate of having your head cut off. Chances are: you die dignified or you live regretful for the rest of your life. Uncertainty of what might happen in the future is presented and we all know that assault is very disturbing and is difficult to prevent. We might not have enough cannons and grenades and jet planes but let us prepare ourselves from the forthcoming attacks of terrorism. Our unity is our defense. It sounds hilarious but it is the choice that we have today. It is a decision that waits to be settled on.

Ambitious, future-oriented, and serious about the expansion of the Islamist ideology- this is ISIS. Steadfast, tough, and devoted- is who we are. The bottom line is that you might try to adhere to the recruitment process of the other camp… if that wouldn’t make you feel remorseful for betraying millions of lives that depend on the holistic essence of what it means to be united as one, against all odds and even amid a terrifying period of adversity.

For the end part of this article, I would want to emphasize that ourselves is all that we need in times of puzzling events like this. It doesn’t matter how big or small you might actually see it. One thing I would want to assure is that we don’t want to have to witness more lives leaving this world for nothing. Death is not something that can be defied, but the purpose of the life one has offered is enough to let us continue the battle that will persevere to protect ourselves and our fellowmen.

Dare to try defiance for the sake of the forbidding death of humanity.

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Creeped Out Valentine’s

One of the toughest days I’ve ever had,

So help me God.

Those lines were the only thoughts that I was able to put into concrete terms as posted on my twitter and facebook accounts. Yesterday was full of hassles yet I don’t regret breathing, I don’t forget breathing. I survived anyway and most of all I managed myself. I managed to have my tasks done. I managed to live by the day. I managed to look forward for a rest when the night comes and eventually wake up on a beautiful sunrise. Perhaps it’s just too ideal but I liked it in some way that it could be an aid to keep me going and do better.

So I’m starting to recall what happened on the night of February 13. I was coping up with usual works both in school and in house. Well, I ate lunch and watched Penelope before I went back working. Procrastination is part of the process. I have five classes to deal with the next day, from 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM. In that case, I have to (at least) wake up before the clock strikes at 5 in the morning and take my daily dose of cold showers.

I thought I would be late in my PE classes for the first time because while on my way to school, vehicles were even more jammed. Lucky I was wrong because it’s our professor who came late for the first time. No, it’s not funny. I don’t like to be late either if that happened to me. The class reporters continued their very long discussions that already lasted for two weeks. I knew that we’re having a quiz when they finished. I was not able to prepare for it maybe because the notes as I could see were rigorous texts sticking on thick sheets. Ready or not, quiz started. I just answered the questions with all that I could. After that, I had a brunch in less than ten minutes. A friend chose to stay with me in the caf even if it meant reviewing along the offbeat notes breezing in… oh it’s Valentine’s Day. Some of the people would refer to it as S.A.D. representing Single Awareness Day (Who cares? I’m celebrating it for 17 years, by the way). Next class on Speech Communication coming in. Well, I’m kind of tensed whenever I’m thinking of the idea that I do not have any bloc mate; but since I really like our prof and her teaching styles, I’m kind of enjoying it, too. We had the lectures there and another activities that would keep bothering me as days got to pass by. It’s always like that. Flexibility is a must… versatility at its finest. From time to time, I’d have to update my personal and academic schedule in one.

I headed to JL Bldg. because I needed to have our research paper’s last chapter printed. Overpricing (to what I believe it is… because I used to walk near UC to look for  Piso Print Shops) was expected. Staple wires ran out, never mind. I was touched by a relief that I finished an output of one of the heavy papers we’re asked to write about. Next, I’ve had to stay in the library for an hour to please *note to self that I had to browse my Math lessons for the exam, though I couldn’t feel I’m prioritizing it. What’s the conflict going on between me and CRS during the time of constructing my class schedules? How on earth was I given history and math classes during holy hours? Practically, I couldn’t complain but I should feel grateful instead that I completed my units. I stopped pondering and went to CSS AVR for History class. I guess it’s in a good way that I ignored the urge of going to the comfort room because if not, it could have been too late for me to be informed that the room was moved to a farther building up there. I texted other classmates to tell them. We discussed stuffs and were given a bunch of readings (that’s not new to me anymore though it really costs me all the time). After that was the time to take the exam in Math. ‘Let it be’, I told myself. I found it something that was easy but was hard. Like, what? It’s always the feeling that I thought I knew what I was doing but I could have just been mistaken. Confidence was not always a good thing, you know.

I finished the exam in a few minutes, I think. So I hanged out with friends first. We bought some chocolate flower/ flower chocolate *whatever for ourselves. I felt cold, oh my. Then we went to the mall. When we got inside, we parted ways. Some went to the supermarket and the other went to see her boyfriend. What happened to me? I could finally pee. It’s almost 3 in the afternoon so I had to go back to the campus again. On the hallway, I saw another friend, Tyl complaining that her other friend, Agatha (whom I’ve seen near the gate as I entered) left because of their case study. So we’re currently the buddies. We stayed near CAC AVR wherein below of it is the Dap-ay and the view of the fair (CAC week) could be seen. Minutes passed and prof hadn’t arrived so I decided to put the papers on our green envelope downstairs. A pinch of boredom started to crawl on my nerves probably because of the lack of sleep and of the need for pigging out. Hormones aside, I could sometimes blame my vitamins. We looked among the items that were on sale. Tyl bought two books and when she’s about to put them on her bag, I heard her mention about the readings she just photocopied. She was right when she thought I needed the copies, too. (She had an embarrassing moment I wouldn’t tell.) We went to another building to get the readings I couldn’t describe more than being thick. I fell in line. Stairs seemed to be a long road at that time. After I’ve gotten my copies, we sat on a nearby bench for a while. She had classes to attend at 4:30 so I accompanied her to KA and I eventually went to the mall again.

I was on my way to the book store when I received text messages from Myca telling that she had her classes and those who have free time should already be in Dap-ay for the event preparation. I didn’t immediately respond because I was still wandering despite the fact that the crowd could even give a lot more stress to me. No, I’m not bitter. It’s just that I chose to have a different preference or mode of living on that nothing but an ordinary day. Yes, hearts day is an ordinary day. Although to some people, it’s the moment to show more love to their ‘special someone’. After thirty minutes, I had my phone ready for calls and messages then I went back to the campus. They were already fixing the settings. I put my bag on the chair and tried to help. The Bonfire Poetry Reading started exactly at 6 PM. The place was full of decorations, romantic lighting, grass field, rose petals and flowers, mattress, chairs, equipments, cameras, musical instruments, and ofcourse the bonfire. The event was really inspiring. Rather than feeling the tiredness I am bearing with me, I could feel a soothing essence the whole time… as I sat on the grounds near the bonfire. I could feel the intense performances. I could feel the passion of the performers. I clapped and smiled and laughed and fell in love as I sipped a cup of hot coffee. ‘What a relaxing way to end the day’, I said.

It was really dark when the program ended. I was alone and it’s quite frightening. The night was intimidating. The night reassured me of nothing. I never thought that there would be another tiresome moments. There were a lot of vehicles but none of them was suitable for me to ride on. My feet definitely brought me to a lot of places in Baguio City but I felt like there’s no hope of escaping the situation. I was really tired but I must not entertain this kind of feeling for I should reach home safely. I should be hard enough to contain all the happenings so I could separate myself from harmful elements, in any form. I was convincing myself the whole time that I could endure those hazards all by myself. It’s almost midnight and it’s becoming scarier. I risked to ride on a jeepney than having not to ride on anything at all. Nobody answered my calls. I was trying to forget all the negative possibilities that might occur on that wild night as I was keeping in mind that God is with me no matter what happens. I got out of the jeepney and I had to walk a distance. I was praying while I walked fast. I didn’t care about the curfew anymore. I just wanted to go home so badly. I held my phone. I gripped on my bag so tightly. City lights looked bright yet they were so far. My worries almost faded away but I could see an aggressive dog towards the street I’m heading to. It might chase on me anytime. Nobody would help me if I got bitten. Nobody was there whom I could share my fears with. A taxi came beeping on me (Oh Manong, where have you been?) and I got inside of it. It moved backwards as I pointed to Road 1 Extension. I didn’t care if he would get mad because it’s really for a very short distance. He asked why I was just standing there at the place where he had seen me. I answered him with all the truth that I was afraid of the dog. He was neither sarcastic nor annoyed with what I’ve said. It appeared to be like more of being concerned. Damn, I miss my family. No tears would fall.

The gate was locked. I shook it for chances that it might be opened or they would hear me. Minutes passed that all I could see was an enveloping darkness and I could hear the barking of the dogs. I climbed the very high sharp-edged fences. I might get hurt, I am not sure but that’s the only way I could enter. I threw my phone inside landing on the grasses, then my shoes, then my bag. I stepped on the grills and grabbed the branches of trees. I could be injured anytime or I could be blamed as if acting on a crime. I continued anyway I don’t intend to cause harm to anyone. I jumped. There I went rushing with my phone, shoes, and bag as I knocked to the locked screen door. Ate Shiela came over and opened it for me. She asked me why I came home late and I told her about the school activity. She asked me if I’m alright and I told her not too fine because I’m really tired. I was not able to fix my things anymore or even change my clothes. I was knocked out. I am alive, thanks be to God.

Next morning, I was about to go to the bath room but Ate Shiela came upstairs to ask me if I had seen her mobile phones. I just found out that they were lost since the night of thursday. It was shocking because we’re thinking that it’s impossible that they might be stolen from the ones outside. So the doubts were confined inside our house. I was afraid. Yes, I’m innocent. Yes, I have not done anything that’s wrong. Yes, it’s not my personal problem. But hey, it’s a serious case. Whatever the reason why her phones are lost is a threat to all of us here in this house. It’s either the same thing could happen to us or we could be blamed by the incident or simply because I could really feel that we’re all tensed and confused, especially the sadness that it had been bringing to Ate Shiela.

Valentine’s Day might not be as sweet to me as it did to others, but I was being trained to be more active in participating with what in life are real situations I shall get involved into. I explore a variety of the world’s dimensions and discover more about myself, about other people, and the linkages to our surroundings that form interaction and bind us together as one whole community… as one whole universe. If this is how I can be taught, I accept. I want to learn either the hard way or tactically. I just need my sanity.

Lord, enough for this day. Let us all heal our wounds first before an another bloody battle. Come join us in every struggle that we face, in every problem that we solve, and in every challenge that we continue to fight for.

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