Scar: A mnemonic to the happenstances of the Past
Every unforgettable incident in one's life has a reason for being so, just as lamentable happenstances are indelible because of the token of scars that they leave on one's skin and soul. Humans are so fortunate for being mortal and for not having the load to bear their scars till the end of time. However, a scar is awarded by the Almighty not only to the humans but also to many immortals. He even renders it to the countries, the territories that humans claim to own, but this untold story always escapes our eyes.
Every country in the world has witnessed tragic wars; wars that are fought to own it, but wars which leave it with scars instead. Every country has experienced the pain of feeling it's heritage rooting out and of seeing it's people being massacred at it's chest. While, the blood of the soldiers is what the country absorbs in it's land and send to its heart. The soul of the territory takes all the scars given to it by its people. At the same time, the body of the country bravely bears the scars too and no matter how ashamed it feels, it never hides them.
Traces of devastating broils can be seen in each nation. The scars of broken monuments, of destruction at bombed places, and of silence after brutal deaths, a country is the possessor of it all. It bears on the length of its skin everything that remains after a combat; all that can't be reverted and would never be completely workable again. The ugly pattern of the scars caused by this ruination creates a mnemonic to remind the citizens of the past which flung at them the bloodbath. The country can give an ear-splitting roar and consume in its fields all the wrong of the misfortunes but it chooses not to. It bears these scars in the hope that its countrymen's heart would be poked by its visions and they would comprehend its unfruitful possibilities. It prays to its creator that the lessons of maintaining peace should be conveyed to it's people for they can't be exempted, it knows.
Aware that it's the only path to success, it bears all the scars, giving a clear view of them, even though they carry within themselves bitter memories that give sit paralyzing pain.
If only the mankind could be wise enough to not defile its nation's beauty with the scars, they could be liberated from the dirt of weapons and be freed into the atmosphere of harmony. In the blindfold of love for power, humans inflict the scars upon their nations and fail to acknowledge a mightier force they already possess. It is the strength of giving their territories a salvation from the scars.
And, the country is left praying, with silent sighs for protection from its own men, and from the scars.
Every country in the world has witnessed tragic wars; wars that are fought to own it, but wars which leave it with scars instead. Every country has experienced the pain of feeling it's heritage rooting out and of seeing it's people being massacred at it's chest. While, the blood of the soldiers is what the country absorbs in it's land and send to its heart. The soul of the territory takes all the scars given to it by its people. At the same time, the body of the country bravely bears the scars too and no matter how ashamed it feels, it never hides them.
Traces of devastating broils can be seen in each nation. The scars of broken monuments, of destruction at bombed places, and of silence after brutal deaths, a country is the possessor of it all. It bears on the length of its skin everything that remains after a combat; all that can't be reverted and would never be completely workable again. The ugly pattern of the scars caused by this ruination creates a mnemonic to remind the citizens of the past which flung at them the bloodbath. The country can give an ear-splitting roar and consume in its fields all the wrong of the misfortunes but it chooses not to. It bears these scars in the hope that its countrymen's heart would be poked by its visions and they would comprehend its unfruitful possibilities. It prays to its creator that the lessons of maintaining peace should be conveyed to it's people for they can't be exempted, it knows.
Aware that it's the only path to success, it bears all the scars, giving a clear view of them, even though they carry within themselves bitter memories that give sit paralyzing pain.
If only the mankind could be wise enough to not defile its nation's beauty with the scars, they could be liberated from the dirt of weapons and be freed into the atmosphere of harmony. In the blindfold of love for power, humans inflict the scars upon their nations and fail to acknowledge a mightier force they already possess. It is the strength of giving their territories a salvation from the scars.
And, the country is left praying, with silent sighs for protection from its own men, and from the scars.
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