Journey to a promise land

All started like this but the end, how will it be?. We all ask the same question. How will the future be after many years of struggle and agony? Many died in this battlefield and many are still undergoing bitter lives. Only few say Aaleluya!, Alhamdu lil lah ya Kabir!.

We gather from various places and routs. Some came passing through North Africa, Asia, Eastern Europe etc…It is, according to hustling terms “stepping stone”. Some are deportees from Europe and other places. No one really knows his destination. The common aim is promise land. What is promise land?. Promise land is where one’s problems are solve. Where one can meet his necessities, make his dreams basic problems alleviate.

The rout of the unknown promise land was and is a gruesome sight. Many people loose their lives on the way and many other were frustrated. No one care how dangerous is the direction he follows. Be it military zone, crocodiles river or lions den. Some were flooded away by rivers. Now where is the promise land?, cemetery or prison?. A friend died by traffic accident in Palma de Mallorca few months after he entered Spain. The other two friends also died during the holiday trip. They never enjoy what is call happiness. This is the bittest side of it. People struggle for good result and make good use of fruits of their struggle. This time it is becoming promise death.

People come with good aim, hope and courage. Oh yes!, we are from the sixth mountain. When there is a will, there is hope. Forward ever, back wards never. We drink milk from the same caw. We breath air from the same space. The water we use is from the same ground. We drive on cars of choices we make from various places, don’t we?. Our mechanics learn foreign technology. Our energies are foreign ideas. The communication system is import, the Gas of our kitchen is through pipelines. My coffee is Latin, my Milo and chocolate from Africa, my fuel from the gulf. My supermarket from France. My dresses from every parte. Are we not useful for one and other?. Unity is strength. There is no conflict with coffee and milk, when you add sugar it make a good break fast. And with a sandwich, sweetest of all. That is globalisation. Harmony is peace and love.

One love.