Hello again,
In recent weeks, there have been hundreds of thousands of people on the streets in Germany, standing for a multicultural, colorful society. The background is leaked plans of right-wing parties and their justice-confirmed “fascistoid” leaders to deport millions of people in case they take over power.
If we ever wondered how Nazis could take over in the 1930s, now we can find out!
The difference today is that we are much more connected worldwide, even if media and demagogues try to instrumentalize the fears of people about this topic.
Though, there is one part I don't see being talked about at all: WHY do people leave everything they have behind, risking their lives and those of their children to get to Europe on an inflatable boat?
Today, I want to share with you why I left my home at the age of 15 to dare a new start without my parents in Germany. It was the end of the summer holidays, and my school friend Majid and I met again after weeks. We were 12 or 13 years old, and the typical question “how did you spend your holidays?” was the topic of our conversation.
“I was at a military camp the last few weeks!” He opened up to me. “That was so exciting! We learned how to crawl below barbed wire, how to clean a machine gun, and in the end, we were even allowed to shoot with a real Heckler & Koch G3!”
Wow, that was truly amazing!
In the middle of the Iraq-Iran war and after the recent revolution, I had been obsessed with guns and curious to know more about the camp. As he continued that the camp had been organized by the local mosque, I had an idea where this was going…
In the following weeks, he always told me about how celestial the singing in the mosque was, how beautiful the prayer, and how good the food.
A few weeks later, he shared with me one day that he decided to go to the front as a volunteer! I asked him, what he intended to do there? Was he really thinking he would become the hero of the war without military training after a little summer camp?
But his decision was made. He said we had the obligation to defend our fatherland, and there was nothing to discuss.
I remember how we took him to the bus on that Thursday afternoon. As a circle of school friends, we wished him well and were really excited about which stories from the front he would bring back and what a MAN he would become when he returned…
The reality was different: his body came back in a bag after just three days.
He died on the minefields just after arriving there; carrying a little plastic “key to paradise” as a necklace and being ripped by a mine.
Seeing how a part of him was missing while they put him into the ground was a real wake-up call for me.
I knew this was a game of the powers. The ones telling you stories about going to paradise, being surrounded by 72 virgins, dying as a martyr. While the others -be it US, Soviets, or Europe- sold both sides of the war weapons and counter-weapons trying to make the most possible profits.
A while after my parents offered me making it possible to escape before I fell under a general exit ban for young men from 15. I appreciated the honesty, that they led me decide as they wouldn't go with me. And I said YES.
It was tragic to die for something my friend Majid was manipulated to believe in as a child soldier. But possibly to die for something you don't believe in at all was just stupid.
My hands have not been made to kill but to give life, was what I thought.
And today the situation is no different. If we talk about refugees coming here at any price, we also have to ask who benefits from the conflicts they suffer from.
I am convinced that if wars become unprofitable, world peace will arrive the very next day!
And then, nobody needs to leave their homes if they have the chance to live in peace. Clear as the sky after the smoke from the war has blown away.
Now I want to know from you: how can we achieve this?
Love, peace, and unity,
Om
Wow, Omid!
This is a touching story. My heart goes out to you in your pain in an experience that awakened you to your current values.
We appreciate that you keep sharing your message of love and peace.
Thanks a lot, dear Vox!
Yes, i was lucky being surrounded by awaken people, giving me some guidance early in life.
Together, we spread this message of love and peace!
Please continue writing your personal stories and your amazing music. I am touched… Thank you for sharing.
Thanx dear Krissie for your reply! Delighed the music and the story reaches you. Soon new songs and stories coming…