A fictitious scene:
It was sunset time on a usual day of the week. People were returning home from their workplaces. Children were either away to play or on their way to study tuition and the ladies of the house were thinking about the evening snack or the dinner. Life was moving and the hearts were beating at every tick of the clock…
The local market was buzzing with people. Some stopped by to buy vegetables, some for other knick-knacks. A few children came to buy note-books and pencils before dispersing for their respective tuition.
A man rode in the narrow lanes on a bicycle. He looked around. Parked the vehicle at the most vulnerable location and simply walked away.
In the next few minutes, there was a nerve-wrecking noise, a huge blast of noise and soon it all came to rest leaving shredded human bodies in pool of blood. What followed was chaos and hues and cries of those lucky who had a narrow escape from the violent incident. And others heaved a breath of relief that they were home or quite away from the terror area.
Faraway we sat in our houses comfortable and watched or read about the news….
Whenever I hear or read of these gruesome attacks in crowded places, I feel terrified to the core and my faith in the Supreme power goes for a stir. The untimely deaths are always very difficult for me to handle. It’s because I suddenly feel as though I don’t know God and his love for his creations.
The mind questions his existence every time and the heart pacifies it because there is Faith in Him.
The Heart always laments and asks ….O God How long do we have to endure this hardship? …. and says no more…
The Mind says-–There are lakhs of homeless people all around, there are huge numbers who do not have food for a single meal… and countless who are deprived of security, safety and dignified living every moment. But you always accept it as God’s wish.
I cannot keep silent by just calling it a cycle of life and death…
Heart said-– I have faith in my Lord. Why do you question him?
And then the Mind, full of angst said.. my faith in Him has only stirred a few times but with the growing number of blasts, massacres, honor killings and incidents of rape, it has begun to shake now.
Thus the question has been lingering quite often now….
Does our God really love and care for us, when He lets his own people die such merciless and violent death?
My heart was saying “Yes” but my head was saying “No’
No offenses to anyone. I am a person who fears God but sometimes deadly acts of humans make my Mind reason and question his Existence. Why does God let it happen at all? It is preached everywhere nothing happens without God’s wish….
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