Posted by Elisabetta on November 12, 19101 at 01:14:21:
I just want to say a few words. The attack on my America had taken place two months ago, a new war started and I don’t want to let the silence speak for me.
Many people failed in this situation. The terrorists, but also the religions and the world itself.
At the center of every positive event there is always an idea and a firm belief. But when the death of many innocent people is the result, the cause is not an idea but a crazy illusion, the will of power and a lack of values.
NEVER the religion.
Nobody who kills can pretend to be a fighter for religion. Where there is hatred there is no real religion and nobody must be allowed to use God as a weapon in his hands.
We are all responsible for what happened. Because we refused to see and to prevent.
When I was a baby, an article about the Cold War killed my childhood. It forced me to change my thoughts and my future dreams. I don’t know the reason for it, but it happened.
Many times I wondered why the two countries I loved were not allied as I wanted them to be. It was hard to understand for a baby.
Many times I had the impression of being forced to choose. But I couldn't, because I had a feeling in my heart which was one and indivisible.
I felt the existence of a wall dividing me not only from the Soviets but also from the Americans and I frequently asked to myself: ” Will I ever succeed in going over this wall?”.
And I stayed there, hoping one day you would had decided to open you souls’ gate to me. The pain was so cold that I would had needed you to embrace me and say you would had stopped your “war”.
Now I need to feel your hug again.
Because terrorists wanted principally create a new wall to separate the USA from the rest of the world.
Don’t let it happen.
If you have had the impression nobody cares about you, I want to tell you everything is less important than you in my heart. And every step you’ll decide to take in every direction, I’ll follow you.
Now I am proud to see my Americans and my Russians together on the same side, both united against fanaticism and terrorism.
But surely I deplore every war, in every era, especially because on its basis there is always a lack of will of understanding and the prevalence of evil.
Many people say that Man is made to live in war. On the contrary, I think that peace is the main nature of humanity and war is just a diversion that takes place principally in men’s hearts and then find his own way to come out to destroy and kill.
Now, this war you had been forced to start, is driving me crazy…but I’ll be on your soldiers side in this horrible nightmare. And even if one day all your certainties will fall down like the Twin Towers did, please go on counting on me. I am always here for you.
An American reader wrote to me: “I know as an American that I at least need to be held tight …”.
The same things is for me. I need to feel your strength supporting me. You have to show me where I have to go. Because if you give it up, I’ll do it too. I want you to wake up this morning and have again your wonderful smile on your faces. And no revenge. No hatred.
You have to go out from the darkness of this enormous pain and turn on again the light you have in your hearts.
The reader also wrote: “ sometimes we Americans don’t like to admit that we are sensitive and that we bleed as others do……”
I want to tell everybody you never have to hide your feelings in front of me because I am not afraid of discovering the “weak” side of you.
“My” America is splendid in the light of early morning, when she wake up, undefended and vulnerable, and every sign of oldness and tiredness is visible on her faces.
I never cared neither about “power” of you Nation, nor about its “victories”.
Many times I said to myself: I love them because…. And I didn’t find the right reason.
Now I know it is because of your happiness and your sadness, for every joy you have and every pain you suffer.
“My” America and “my” Russia are the ones who don’t want only “ to win” but who suffer for every life sacrificed in war. And who don’t feel ashamed of showing their fragility.
And I am prouder than ever to love you all so much and to had been sometimes so privileged to see that wonderful fragility in your eyes.
If love is madness, I bless my insanity every time it drives me to look at someone of you and speak directly from my heart to his heart.
And since this feeling is alive, my hopes are alive too.
Many Americans and many former-Soviets are Muslims. So I can say Islam is a part of me and I love it too.
Osama bin Laden will never succeed in making me hate it.
Maybe all the Muslims have to know he put mud on every one of them on the planet, making them become a target of racism and diffidence.
And they sure don’t deserve it.
Islam is MINE every time, for instance, I think about a Muslim man of United States or about a Muslim woman of South Russia.
If the essence of Islam is the same I can see in their eyes, well, then I can say Islam is incredibly beautiful.
Now it is evening in Italy while I am writing, and I am remembering the sparkling asphalt of New York I walked on, about a years ago. Maybe some of the ones who died walked along the same way I did and we looked at each other, like strangers often do.
Next time my America will be different. I could never see that eyes again. But the only thing I know is that I’ll always be able to recognize every person I meet as a part of me.
Elisabetta ( Italy )
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