:: revolution ::

As the day suggests, it should be a Good Friday.
But I and maybe some of my other classmates will find ourselves stuck in front of our PC's finishing the last round of work for this semester.

Though I took a little time off last night for a good read.
I am not so much into 'political' kind of reads.
But somehow, V.S. Naipaul's 'Among the Believers: An Islamic Journey', caught my attention.
He gave an insight on the Islamic revolution from his travel experience in the Muslims states which include Iran, Pakistan, Indonesia and Malaysia.

Though I was a little bit skeptic of his writing (an irrational bias after learning he is a non-Muslim) before I even read it, it took me awhile to finally understand the content objectively; that he is not speaking ill of the religion and that he is just giving an account of the fundamentalist zeal that had gripped the young Iranians.
With no intention to preach, I'd just realize I know little of what is happening in other Islamic states as I am typing my words away right now.

Outside our priviledged and comfortable life,
people are fighting for their lives, defending their beliefs, crying over losses, living in poverty.
Things that we took for granted, things we thought will never happen to us.
Its learning to see the bigger picture that you will realize how small you actually are.

I think we have little excuse to feel remorse, bitter or depressed.
Though the downside of knowing people are suffering worst than you is that you tend to brush confrontations too easily; you see no need to make such a big-hoo-haa over things that you feel are petty stuffs.
And because we are mirrors of our imperfections, being judgmental should not be part of us.
But naturally (even me), never perfect, will find ourselves acting as a judge to others' lives, to others' behaviors.

Then if we better ourselves and yet be ignorant to outside happenings, will be called selfish then?

Ok, this usually happen to me after reading.
I question things that held no answers.