According
to the sources there was a terrorist attack in an open air market in Urumqi,
the region's capital, which left 39 people dead and 94 injured on May 20.
(http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2014-05/30/content_17552753.htm)
i like to dedicate this essay for the People of Urumqi
Any
attack or any happening that breaks the peace and harmony or the quietness,
calmness of any community or territory of human beings of this globe we live
can not be considered something acceptable or enjoyable. This is not pre or pro
of 1940 that filled the pages of the books of past, with the incidents of WWI,
WWII, the Japanese or the Chinese, or US had to send their troops to wherever
needed
Markets
are normally the places where a huge number of people gather. Wars normally
write the destinies of lives that live circling with various incidents of wars.
though a government has to invest a lot of money to put a net to cover or protect the people of their land from any disputes , hazards, most importantly from all terror networks, by replacing copper or metal doors or covers, they have no choice they can't think of investing that money for something else to uplift the lives of their people, for health or transportation until the world come to a one stage or a plat foam to eliminate all types of terrorism from the entire universe we live, entirely and totally
so the world, never forget that, we all have a responsibility and a task to perform, as a citizen of this globe to protect every inch of it
Yulian
Her
earrings,
Danced,
According
to the tune of the instrument,
looked
so old and traditional, yet crafted so elegantly,
Methodical
and melodious
Holding
close to his heart
Who
was that unrecognizable heart?
Composing
heart tunes for you
Dear,
Yulian?
Was
that the tune of your unshaken mind?
I
saw her smiling,
What
was on her mind?
What
was written on her unwrinkled face?
I
was given no chance to read
She
was very far from me
Not
near or here in Nugegoda
No
she was not even in Beijing,
Was
she thinking of her destiny,
quietly
yet consciously?
No
not possible to read her I tried my best
Her
eyes and face were beyond the bamboo trees
Only
the melodies can associate her
What
did you really feel I should have asked her?
Minghao
the composer or the tunes of the composer
No
I was given no chance ask
What
was written on her bright face so fresh like a bride?
How
come she is so calm and quite?
I
have only the questions to ask though ‘replies’ are mirages
Was
she thinking of her man, ran away from his destiny?
Her
destiny,
from life, from reality, on the day of ‘bonding hearts’, on the days, man reads moon,
from life, from reality, on the day of ‘bonding hearts’, on the days, man reads moon,
moon
listens ‘quietly?’
Do
the world, name these days differently?
How
come that the man that you loved so much ‘absent’ and someone else was ‘present’
instead?
You
can not call it ‘ignorance’ then how can you name it?
Perhaps
‘the DESTINY’
What
does it really mean Yulian?
Do
you know?
What
is that river, Yulian
Looks so quite and calm
Looks so quite and calm
Amazing?
I
have not seen such a river
So
still, yet moving,
Ahead,
Carrying
you two,
Towards
‘future’?
Oh!
Pardon me
There
was actually another one
Your
‘saozi’
Naughty
yet loves you and became an inevitable writer of your destiny
She
was the one who suggested ‘right’,many things like a ‘matchmaker’
I
often read faces
Why,
Yulian
Why
did you stepped out of the carriage,
So
sacredly carrying your destiny towards the home of feathers, home of destiny?
That
was inauspicious to do so?
Didn't you know that?
Remember
who lend his palm to keep your feet, before touching the carriage of hopes’
Stepping
out of your own nest of childhood is something different
No!
No! Not towards the school of traditions
No!
No! Not towards the library of rituals either
But
towards the home of destiny, forgetting the moments mingled with peers
Laughed
with tears
Not
only you, dear Yuan
Many
others do ‘this stepping out of nests of childhood’
And
some,
Doing
it repeatedly
Oh!
No! No!
Not
from the nest of childhood, that they repeatedly stepping out Darling
Perhaps
yes
Stepping
out and stepping in they know that they can do many any times
Towards
the ‘nest of destiny’ from the ‘nest of childhood’
Do
you know ‘why’?
Because
the crafter of nest of childhood, your parents, they never ban you
They
never abandon you
Teeny
feathers knows this
How
to teach these teeny feathers, dear Yuan, crafting nests is not a kindergarten
play’
Oh!
Is it alright to call you darling, I forgot to ask you?
Sisters
do call them ‘darling’
No
poisons in that calling
What
other nests have you seen?
Dear
Yuan? Other than the nest of the crafters, the parents’
The
nest of Mingxuan, was it made of feathers, so smooth?
Was
it small or huge?
Was
there enough of space for you to breath happily
What
meaning this ‘space’ holds, dear Yulian
Do
you know?
Did
you closely view?
Are
the walls strong, unbreakable?
Is
it architectured with love?
There
can not be many nests like that
One
nest with many feathers and wings
I
recommend
What
about you , dear Yulian?
Tell
me dear Yulian
How
did you petaled that embroidery, on the carefully chosen silky surface,
So
brilliantly?
Is
it to cover the bed of roses or to wipe off the tears of sadness?
From
where did you buy the threads?
Are
those from ancient traditions?
The red ribbon of your devotion
The red ribbon of your devotion
Do
you still wrap it around?
I
am sure you do respect
Have
you been to Xinjiang?
I
do not like to welcome you to the day of 20 May 2014 to the market, Urumqi
I remember what happened in the
town, on the day you accompanied the lady of the man you loved
Was
the news she brought ‘heavy’ for you?
How
are you going to welcome, ‘the little feathers’ of that love?
How
are you going to hide the tears of destiny?
The
ethics
The
rituals
Family
customs and traditions
Were
they a burden for you?
That
is how the fresh ones thinks nowadays, not all though
Tell
me, dear Yulian
Am
I asking too many questions?
What
is the difference between ‘sitting around with too many’ and ‘when no one is
around’?
No
answers I received
I
noticed
A
man with an instrument
Silently
composing a melody
I
am relaxed
Take Care Xinjiang