Dreams Under Dust 1of2

i read and hear online the words from the other side of the world, the bearded angst and deeply rutted face of a soul with far, far too much sorrow to carry. my eyes well, as i cannot help but too, share in the sorrow of the loss born by farmer Muhammad Wazir Muhammad, from Panjwai district lost: his mother, Shakarina, his wife, Zahra, his four daughters, Massoma, Farida, Palwasha and Bibya two of his sons, Ismatullah and Faizullah, a brother, Akhtar, a nephew and a sister-in-law Only the youngest son Habib Shah is still alive How can a father, a husband, a son, a brother, bare it? "I loved them all like they were parts of my body,... All my dreams are buried under a pile of dust now" Wazir states. "My little boy, Habib Shah, is the only one left alive, and I love him very much" says Wazir. I have a hard time with the concept that it must be God's will to condemn anyone to this Did Staff Sgt. Robert Bales snap like a twig in the wanton disregard to sanctity of children and mothers... civilians. Who can forgive? ...Who can stand it? Bales' wife Karilyn sends "condolences to all the people of the Panjawai District ... especially to the parents, brothers, sisters and grandparents of the children who perished" Though heartfelt to be sure she must realize that Bob is beyond "normal" forgiveness A strength like the Amish is needed to look into enraged hate filled eyes with tearful forgiveness What good...what good can we possibly squeeze from such tragic carnage? Maybe God knows that answer. I can only feel the sorrow. meanwhile in Toulouse, France Mr. Mohammed Merah, a Frenchman of Algerian decent knows in his heart that retribution is necessary and three French paratroopers, of North African descent, as well as a Rabbi and three Jewish schoolchildren, pay with their lives the Rabbi, and his two daughters might have been aware of their responsibility for the Panjwai tragedy, perhaps not, ....{continued in 2of2} © Goode Guy 2012-03-21