Filed under: Journey Updates | Tags: 21 September 2009 International Day of Peace celebrations in Afghanistan, Peace in Afghanistan, civilian versus military approach in Afghanistan, Kite Runner Khaled Hosseini, McChrystal Afghan war strategy, Obama and Afghan war strategy, Reconciliation in Afghanistan, trek for peace in the Afghan Hindu Kush, Trek for Peace in the Great Afghan outdoors 25 September 2009
Afghan youth and international trek for peace in the Great Afghan Outdoors
Watch a short excerpt of the ordinary Afghan voice of peace in the Great Afghan Outdoors of the Hindu Kush
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-CVSjlufwM
We walked together for peace!
We gave voice to silence.
About 150 Afghan children and youth, together with more than 35 internationals from various countries, including honored staff from the American, Australian, German, Belgian and Japanese embassies, trekked for peace in the magnificent great Afghan outdoors of the Hindu Kush Shah Fuladi mountain range.
Those who still had energy left made it to the 4200 metres above sea level pristine alpine lake! J
The youth delivered their peace speech ( text below ) before their countrymen and the guests, raising their ordinary voice of peace from the devastated but still beautiful land, from their struggling but still dignified hearts.
The ordinary voice of peace from Afghanistan
Reconciliation of Civil Hearts
سلام علیکم! Salam ‘aleikum!
With all due honour to our international friends from the American, Australian, German, Dutch and Japanese embassies and from the UN family, the Chief of Staff of UN Afghanistan Peter Schmitz , and Head of UNAMA Bamiyan Heren Song, we welcome you and the possibility of peace to this forgotten but gorgeous place.
We thank you for your hearts of peace in joining us for our journey today.
We, the ordinary youth of Afghanistan, have a message for you, our guests and friends, and for Obama, Gordon Brown, Angela Merkel, Sarkozy, Kevin Rudd, Yves Leterme, Yukio Hatoyama, Ban Ki Moon and Ken Aide and all the distinguished leaders of our disconnected world.
We are the youth of the mountains who do not represent any political or religious views except for those views which make us truly human, capable of acting in love and truth, in good times as well as in tragedy.
We are tired of war and we desire peace.
We have great problems indeed but we also have courage because we have with us the great Afghan outdoors like this and we have within us an even greater desire for creative, non-violent solutions.
We desire reconciliation. It’s time to struggle for a reconciliation of civil hearts instead of fueling a clash of civilizations. We wish to converse as equal, fellow human beings, without the need for guns and bombs. So, we plead that you’ll facilitate our elders in calling for as many loya jirgas as is necessary to restore our recognition of and care for each other’s human worth.
We desire to patiently build our nation. So, while we appreciate your friendship and company, we desire just as much to trek on our own paths, build our own parks and choose which of our own mountains to climb.
We desire the dignity of working with our own hands and walking with our own legs. So, we ask for a halt to proud, agenda-driven help that makes us dependant beggars. We ask for assistance that builds factories, industries, roads and an economy that would put food in our simple but hospitable homes.
We desire justice and truth. So, we ask for your support in denying space to corruption, fraud, lies and deceptions and in quenching the abusive greed for power and money that are destroying our society and humanity as much as violence and war are.
Many of us are suffering at the expense of a few, so though the few rich and powerful are loud and dominant, their monopoly is neither moral nor democratic. We may be suffering, but suffering eyes can still see, not with the sight that sees only appearances, but with the insight that sees beyond words to raw but real meanings.
Like you, we are human beings who desire to love and be loved. Perhaps, we have deeper anger, hatred and fears than your citizens have but we believe that Man cannot overcome such giants with bloodshed. We learn to overcome them when we understand each other, so we ask for the nurturing of wide-scale, local and international humane relationships that would empathize with our shared human condition, restore trust, and tear down barriers.
We need to explore human relationships and non-violent options like we pursue science, for the sake of the original charter of the United Nations, a part of which we’ll read to remind ourselves, Ban Ki Moon and those of us working with the UN family, of our enormous generational responsibility.
“We, the peoples of the United Nations, determined to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war,.. And for these ends to practice tolerance and live together in peace with one another as good neighbors…have resolved to combine our efforts to accomplish these aims.”
Preamble, Charter of the United Nations
We wonder if Obama will listen as he claims he would. You may think us silly but we wonder if any international will ever listen to the ordinary Afghan voice, in making decisions that affect 30 million of us, often fatally.
We desire to have peace as peace truly means in the souls of men. America is the largest arms dealer in the world and the world’s superpowers have enough nuclear war-heads to destroy this beautiful place, Afghanistan and our whole earth 10 times over. Thus, after more than a century of the Great Game, we have our sincere doubts about superpowers bringing us true peace.
We can no longer remain silent to our conscience, as is appropriate to the freedom you enjoy in your native countries, in humbly disagreeing with the current US/NATO’s predominantly military approach to our country’s problems.
In our world today, words may sound kind, but actions prove that 90% of international effort and wealth in Afghanistan is spent on war, and our history and our deaths prove again and again that no human being wins from such an approach, so we ask to be spared the disappointment and grief of such discrepancies.
Your soldiers individually mean well but we are not willing, like the majority of ordinary Americans and Europeans today, that any of them should perish, just as we’re concerned that not one more of our countrymen should die a violent death.
The world should not move along the unilateral, one-track path of violence and militarism anymore. We cannot cope ; no human can. We should work together to walk along the multiple treks that lead us to beauty, to dreams and to those values, virtues and thoughtful conversations which every heart longs for.
So please, we ask that the world shifts her engagement with our sovereign country to a 90% civilian approach. We should have as many civil forums, as many civil negotiations, as many civil discussions and as many civil occasions for relationship-building as are imaginatively possible. We believe that these civil efforts cannot be done through either our local military or any foreign military because Mankind cannot build relations with weapons.
McChrystal said in his report to Obama that our Afghan government is riddled with corruption; with all due respect, he seems to have ignored the fact that, in our warlord country of masterful deceit and insatiable greed, our Afghan army and police, whose numbers he hopes to increase, are at least just as corrupt, if not much more. Please don’t go that way. We believe that neither foreign nor local military escalation would bring victory for anyone, as that would be going towards failure, if not a military failure, then a civilizational failure of our very souls.
We desire to recover those friendships captured by Khaled Husseini, the UNHCR Goodwill Ambassador, in his book the ‘Kite Runner’, the kind of friendships in which we can say to one another and to all others, “ For you, a thousand times over برای تو, هزار دفعه !”
We desire security as much as you do for your own countries. The Taliban had wreaked havoc in this valley too. And killed many of us. Our people fled from them across this very Hindu Kush mountain range. We do not accept their violent actions just as we do not accept the violent solutions the world has been counting on. We have become a terror to one another, in our inconsiderate actions and in our cowardly silence, and this must stop.
We hope to continue 8 and more years of security in Bamiyan by refusing violence and by refusing to take revenge. And we wish to refuse the ‘insurgent’ any further excuse to hurt us because of a foreign presence; brothers killing brothers, friends killing friends, humans killing one another.
Thus, while we are grateful for your help with our safety, we desire just as much that your noble military presence would leave us responsibly and leave us at an appropriate time soon.
We need to travel this history and this future on our own.
You need not fear. We, the ordinary youth of Afghanistan, will ask for your help again if our paths take us to un-manageable scenarios, even in open spaces as free and as quiet as this. For then, we expect nothing but what our humanity guides each of us to do, to help a brother, sister, friend or fellow human being in time of need.
Despite experiencing a difficult past betrayal, Hassan, the Hazara boy in Kite Runner wrote a letter to his Pushtoon friend Amir, which got to Amir only after Hassan’s death. In it, we find some of our hopes described. “We dream that God will guide us to a better day. We dream that our sons will grow up to be good persons. We dream that ‘lawla’ لاله flowers ( tulips ) will bloom in the streets of Kabul again and rubab رباب music will play in the samovar houses and kites will fly in the blue skies. And we dream that some day you will return to Afghanistan to revisit. If you do, you’ll find an old faithful friend waiting for you. There is a way to be good again.”
From the bottom of our hearts,
شجاع باشید! Be courageous!
خوش باشید! Be happy!
سلامت باشید! And be at peace!
Our Journey to Smile, http://ourjourneytosmile.com/blog
A leap for peace at an Afghan Hindu Kush mountain lake
صدای جوانان برای صلح در افغانستان
آشتی جامعه مدنی
ما جوانان از جنگ خسته شده ایم و صلح می خواهیم و آن صلح واقعی که در روح و جان بشریت است
ما جوانان خشونت را نمیخواهیم یعنی ما موافق نیستیم که راه حل مشکلات افغانستان جنگ باشد
ما می خواهیم با یک حوصله مندی تمام ، کشور خود را آباد کنیم و از دوستی شما هم قدر دانی می کنیم و آرزو داریم که به راه خود قدم بزنیم و وطن خود را آباد کنیم و کوهای خود را به بالارفتن انتخاب نمایم
ما کرامت انسانی میخواهیم و می خواهیم که بدست خود کار کنیم و به پای خود قدم بزنیم
کمک کردن به همدیگر یک اصل بشریت است ما کمکی را می خواهیم که مارا به سوی یک آینده روشن جلب توجه کند و خود کفا شویم یعنی فابریکه ها ساخته شود، صنعت ایجاد شود، سرکها ترمیم شود و یک اقتصاد درست در کشور ما پایه گذاری شود تا هر عضو از اعضای خوانواده غذای خود را تامین کرده بتواند
ما عدالت و راستی می خواهیم و حمایت شمارا می خواهیم، تا فساد اداری، فریب کاری، تقلب، دروغ و سوء استفاده ها از زور و پول نابود شود
ما آشتی و دوستی می خواهیم و آرزو داریم که به بزرگان ما همکاری شود تا لویه جرگه های آشتی ایجاد کند اتحاد وآشتی واقعی و فرهنگ صلح را نه تنها در بین جمعیت افغانستان بلکه در تمام جهان ترویج دهد
ما همدیگر را بپذیریم تا هدف اصلی سازمان ملل متحد که نجات نسلهای آینده از جنگ است وما هم می خواهیم از هر کمک واقعی پذیرای نمایم تا این هدف بر آورده شود و به صلح وآرامی با هم زنده گی کنیم
ما امنیت آرزو داریم همان قدر که شما امنیت را به کشور و جامعه خود می خواهید. جنگجویان تمام افغانستان را خراب کردند و این دره فولادی مستثنی از این امر هم نبودند و مردم بیچاره را کشتند وتعداد باقی مانده این مردم از همین کوه بابا فرار کردند
ما خشونت جنگجویان را قبول نداریم خشونت جهان را هم قبول نداریم ما امید واریم امنیت که درهمین هشت سال گذشته در بامیان ادامه داشت در تمام افغانستان نیز گسترش یابد وهر کار خشونت آمیز و تند را قبول نداریم وما راضی نیستیم که یک عسکر خارجی در وطن ما کشته شود وهم راضی نیستیم که یک وطن دار ما کشته شود ما از کمک وحمایت شما خیلی ممنون هستیم وآرزو داریم که نیروهای نظامی شما به مسؤلیت خود و درزمان نزدیک و مناسب این وطن را ترک گویند
ما مردم افغانستان ضرورت داریم که تاریخ گذشته خود را مطالعه کرده و آینده خودرا بسازیم
شما نگران نباشید. ما جوانان افغانستان اگر به صحنه ترسناک رسیدیم کمک شمارا دوباره خواهد خواستیم و توقع داریم که درآن وقت شما مارا ازروی انسانیت کمک کنید
Filed under: Journey Updates | Tags: Afghanistan International Day of Peace 21st September 2009, Afghanistan Peace, Afghanistan War, Karzai International Day of Peace 21st September 2009 Speech
Shams, on the left, with his friend Abdulai
Please watch Shamsullah guess where my real home was, when he was well
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxuGvUJOJDA
“If I am dying, I want to go home.”
When a 14 year old Afghan boy coping with terminal cancer says this, we ought to pack up our bag of follies for the sake of his pain.
It was a short year back that Shamsullah’s dreams started ebbing away. His nose bled uncontrollably, suddenly, like a burst pipe.
The tumour which invaded and eventually over-ran his nose and neck, was like the raging war afflicting Afghanistan.
Shamsullah beheld the escalating tumour like he beheld the war but he couldn’t put his finger on it, not even when it had been buried with himself.
He hated its unwelcome appearance but couldn’t shirk it because it had soon become an ugly part of himself.
He wished it away but instead, had to quietly accept that he neither had the money nor the power to even ask if a cure was possible.
He detested its odour and its encroachment on his very breath but he couldn’t have possibly fired it away with the common Kalashnikov.
He could bomb it out of his world but that would take away the very reason why he wanted to go home.
He wanted to return to the comfort of love. He wanted to leave the condemnation of help-lessness.
Sham’s brother and uncle had brought him to a hospital in Kabul. They were told that treatment was only available in Pakistan or Iran. “There’s nothing we can do here.”
In Afghanistan, that’s a reality that is suffering repetitively. Multi-billion dollars are being extra-ordinarily and unreasonably spent on the war machinery while people are dying for ordinary and dubious reasons.
It is hard to explain to a child that this is the best that Mankind can offer, when Mankind is waging many continuous, costly wars.
His destitute family and equally destitute village over-heard his occasional complaints of nocturnal pain, the distressing pain signals that indicate our cracking human condition.
I believe that everyone who knew him genuinely wished they could help. But this is Afghanistan. Occasional help may be expected of foreigners but no help is expected of life.
I was first acquainted with Shams in the video exchange above, in which he was guessing where my real home was. Later, when I first saw him in his advanced illness, I was looking at impending death, the burial of life.
But Shams was sitting calmly on my mattress, resigned and gracious. Even when Afghans stare at death, they learn to remain strong.
When Shams said, “I can’t eat much. It doesn’t hurt that badly,” he was saying, “I don’t think I can get well. I don’t think we can beat this.” He had become a pale shadow of himself.
I told him, “From today, let’s agree that you have only one responsibility. Eat whatever you can muster yourself to eat. I know you didn’t like Kabul much, but we’d like you to go again.” I wanted to exhaust the options in this fateful country.
It wasn’t that Shamsullah’s spirit didn’t fight with the thief of his time. He was strong in his heart; I wanted to encourage him and as a physician, I’ve observed that courage itself is enabled by love. When we withhold love, courage suffers. Shams needed us, above all uncertainties, to love him and that was why he wanted to go home.
Home was where love had always been. One evening after it was clear that none in Kabul could help, I asked his mum to visit me and short of crying, I handed her a little cash for the journey to Pakistan.
We were aware that the Afghan / Pakistan crossing had its dangers. But we all have to cope somehow even when there are wars within ourselves and on the road.
Shams and his mum never made that trip. It seems that Shams had the intuition of endings on the morning he left us. He had asked to see his family and had asked for forgiveness for the trouble he had brought.
It wasn’t fair. And we mustn’t pretend that it was.
In Sham’s Afghan village is a kids’ cemetery for those who die before 14 years of life are completed. On the beautiful evening when I had gone there to ponder his passing, beside his stone-marked grave was wheat that was green and growing. Afghan graveyards are spilling over and crowding out life.
I remembered his gentle acceptance that living in a poor country riddled with conflict, often kills human endeavour.
I remembered how he perked up slightly after hearing some hope in my advice for him to keep strong with a good diet. He had looked into the distance and had come alongside our shared humanity by agreeing with the significant yes. The yes that says, “I’m with you in this struggle.”
I remembered his peace in asking to go home.
Unlike war, which, like a cancer, mercilessly demands to stay.
It keeps growing and feeding itself.
It kills its own house.
It dominates and threatens its victims to submission, and in the end, it extinguishes even the un-submitted soul.
It is an unsatisfied parasite that, while sucking out the marrow of life, doesn’t care that it too would perish with its victory over the host.
Acting as if war can bring enduring peace is like mistaking cancer as the healer.
Like cancer, Einstein said that ‘war can’t be humanized, it can only be abolished.’
Michael Jackson had sung, “Heal the world, make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race. There are people dying, if we care enough for the living…” Even if we were not Michael’s fans, we should like the song’s dream of a better world.
Karzai, in his International Day of Peace Speech, said “We Afghans, more than any other nation in the world, realize the value of peace. In a world where conflicts and unrest claim thousands of lives each day, our nation bears the heaviest burden. A one-day ceasefire may be symbolic, but it symbolizes peace as the greatest ever aspiration of mankind.”
I know that it’s a positive step in the right direction to call a ceasefire for a day in a year.
But truth must go beyond that to recognize that our war-torn world has been so mutilated by the cancer of wars that asking Shamsullah’s cancer to stop its destruction for one day would not have brought the healing he desired.
We must never lose sight of the greater aspiration by hiding the tumour for 24 hours.
What Shams needed, to overcome the deadly cancer, was a long-term care and commitment from fellow human beings and the applied knowledge of Man’s hearts and minds to help one another, together with an equitable economy based on human concern.
None of us can overcome death but we can overcome cancers, including the cancer of war, for the healing of our future and children like Shams.
If then, after we have done what we can but we still hit the end of the road, it would remain for us to be kinder friends by visiting Shams at his home, by greeting him in peace and by adding to the consolation of love and meaning at his place of birth, in his home of homes.
Shams sensed that while the cancer was winning the war against his body, another day and even another one ‘terrible night’ at home was safer.
For this International Day of Peace in Afghanistan, I’ll remember Sham’s life by recalling that he, like peace in his burdened country, had asked to go home, despite knowing that the cancer, like the Afghan war, was demanding to stay.
“If I am dying, I want to go home.”
war is a cancer
Filed under: Journey Updates | Tags: Mark Twain the War Prayer, troop surge in Afghanistan, US NATO Afghan strategy, war in Afghanistan
“The War Prayer,” a short story or prose poem by Mark Twain, was a scathing indictment of war, and particularly of blind patriotic and religious fervor as motivations for war. It was dictated by Mark [Samuel Clemens] in 1904 in advance of his death in 1910.
Outraged by American military intervention in the Philippines, Mark Twain wrote “The War Prayer”.
Emilio Aguinaldo, a Filipino revolutionary rebel leader, was fighting for the independence of the Philipines from Spain. In 1898, with the outbreak of the Spanish-American War, Aguinaldo unofficially allied with the United States, returned to the Philippines and resumed hostilities against the Spaniards.
By June, the rebels had conquered nearly all Spanish-held ground within the Philippines with the exception of Manila. Aguinaldo thus declared independence from Spain and the First Philippine Republic was established. However, neither Spain nor the United States recognized Philippine independence. Spanish rule in the islands only officially ended with the 1898 Treaty of Paris, wherein Spain ceded the Philippines and other territories to the United States.
United States would extend its sovereignty over the Islands, and thus in place of the old Spanish master a new one would step in.
The United States refused to allow the Filipinos to participate in taking Manila from Spain. The United States Navy waited for American reinforcements and, in August 13, 1898, captured the city in what may have been a staged battle. On 4 February, 1899, an American sentry patrolling near the border between the Filipino and American lines shot a Filipino soldier, after which Filipino forces returned fire, thus igniting a second battle for the city. Aguinaldo sent a ranking member of his staff to Ellwell Otis, the U.S. military commander, with the message that the firing had been against his orders. According to Aguinaldo, Otis replied, “The fighting, having begun, must go on to the grim end.”
The Philippines declared war against the United States on June 2, 1899, with Pedro Paterno, President of Congress, issuing a Proclamation of War. The Philippine–American War ensued between 1899, and 1902. The war officially ended in 1902, with the Philippine leaders accepting, for the most part, that the Americans had won.
‘The War Prayer’ was left unpublished by Mark Twain at his death, largely due to pressure from his family, who feared that the story would be considered sacrilegious.
In a letter to his confidant Joseph Twichell, Mark wrote that he had “suppressed” the story for seven years, even though his conscience told him to publish it, because he was not “equal” to the task.
“I have told the truth in that… and only dead men can tell the truth in this world.” Mark Twain
Today in Afghanistan, every day, the conventional wisdom of militarism in 2009 finds a focus in a global Great Game, in which Truth is a rare find, even through the best strategists and interpreters.
A Global Great Game in which Love has long since died.
“The War Prayer in Afghanistan” is imagined as a ‘prayer’ that any Muslim / Christian / non-religious ‘warrior’ in Afghanistan may pray. It may also be a cry of their loved ones at home, wherever home may be.
This prayer is purely fictional, emulating the same spirit of Mark Twain when he wrote the original War Prayer (printed at the end of this post), one of the many differences being that the voice that prays here isn’t that of a ‘lunatic sent by God’ but of an ordinary, sane 21st century person.
The OR-s in bold reflect minor differences in the terminologies that may be used by the different faiths; it is obvious that the vast majority of the prayer lines are mostly similar between the faiths.
Please watch 2 cherry-picking Afghan boys ‘pray’ for Afghanistan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OzY_80vnrI
The War Prayer in Afghanistan
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on….
Have mercy on us, oh merciful and compassionate God, we are fearful and terrified!
We have to win!
We have to protect the women, children and civilians of Afghanistan. We have to protect the authority and government which You appoint, however corrupt they may be.
Most necessary of all, we have to destroy every mud corner that is the safe haven of the disguised insurgent ( oh, they all look alike but You are omniscient and can help us to identify the true insurgent ) OR most merit-chalking of all, we have to destroy every armored vehicle that is the safe haven of the foreign trooper.
We have to remove every one of Your enemies.
Thank You, Almighty One, that You are our One and Only God, and that You are on our side. They, the enemies whom we and whom You and the whole world hate, are already defeated.
Yes, we are grateful and encouraged that civilization, guided by our higher moral obligations, has matured enough to view this as a holy war, a just war or at least, a good war.
We cannot thank you enough for the minds and abilities You have endowed us with to annihilate any enemy, that we have weapons that can do so remotely on a mass scale without un-necessarily endangering Your humble servants.
Yes, we exalt You for entrusting us with such wisdom, strategies and technologies in order to defend Your people!
We praise You that You are the real Master and President OR Warlord of our glorious one–and-only-cracy, and for this, we are prepared to sacrifice our lives! We are not afraid because we know that we will triumph, and we will not be moved till we win, so that these tortured people living under oppressive governments would finally be free.
We thank you that we not only have Your support, but also the votes OR allegiance of the enlightened world, fellow believers and countrymen and many other true warriors of our time.
So, we plead forYour kindness in helping us to destroy our enemies. We know that You understand our sincere concerns and their evil secrets. Protect your nation and your people! Ensure our security!
We wish to uphold and defend Your gracious justice, so please help us to bomb these terrible people out of their dirty pants.
We wish to enforce Your upright love, so please help us to bullet these terrible people with ‘one clean kill’.
You are constantly aware of the agony and cries of all our mothers for their beloved sons and daughters, so spare us the permanent pain of death. Let our enemies be the ones who feel this grief for dead sons and daughters; they deserve it!
We are Your people and You have set our family, community and society apart from the heathens OR infidels, so we ask that, through us, You will establish Your Kingdom community OR the brotherhood with great power and force, for the betterment of the whole world.
Wonderful Creator, grant us our human right to life!
We have faith that, though You do not wish for any to perish, it is only the spiritual death of hell You are ultimately concerned about, so You wouldn’t mind if we kept the physical killing to the minimum. After all, Your Name is supreme and to be glorified at great sacrifice and cost. In fact, help us to be willing to protect Your people and kill our enemies, Your enemies, at all cost.
In these times of financial crisis, we believe that You are too big to fail, so supply us, O Lord, with the money and resources to remove or buy our enemies, so we would be secure, safe in Your refuge and sanctuary, to which You’ve given us the keys, from which all blessings and riches flow. In God we trust OR God is great!
These are times of terror and conflict ; thank you for guiding us in the right way of countering terror OR fighting the occupier with Your righteous anger.
We know that though You’ve imbued us with the beautiful and ideal concept of love, in reality no system or institution can control human nature, so you have equipped us with sophisticated military tools that can deliver us from the wiles of human nature and that can truly defend and change communities.
Spare no enemy’s life in Your sacred call for justice and thank You for allowing us the freedom of ‘collateral damage’ OR ‘suicide sacrifices’ as we become Your instruments of peace, a peace that the world cannot understand. However many the casualties and martyrs, the world will know through Your revelation that we are Your ambassadors of reconciliation.
We lift our hearts up to Your Holiness that demands truth even if it compels us to’ coerce’ others beyond our comfort zones. Sanctify our lips as we proclaim suitable justifications for Your vengeance, for it is Your vengeance we carry.
Release these misled souls from their blindness! We know that Your ways are not our ways and You do not make laws as the world makes, so empower us, that we will forever run without growing weary of doing good and walk without fainting upon any measure of blood.
Send more warriors into the field Lord; WE will pray incessantly, as we daily wait upon your wondrous works, that You will raise THEM up and send THEM, and give them the honor and privilege of bravely laying down their lives for us.
Spread Your gentle firmness and Your meek dignity, Lord, in these glorious battles! Shock Your enemies with Your Awesome love! We claim Your victory! Protect us,Your willing slaves by choice!
Forgive us generously as we generously forgive those who trespass against us!
Have mercy on us, oh merciful and compassionate God, we are fearful and terrified!
It was believed afterward that the prayer was uttered by a sage, because there was much sense and morality in what was said.
The War Prayer
by Mark Twain
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.
Sunday morning came – next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams – visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation:
God the all-terrible!
Thou who ordainest!
Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!
Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory…
An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued with his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, “Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”
The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside – which the startled minister did – and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:
“I come from the Throne – bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import – that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of – except he pause and think.
“God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two – one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this – keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.
“You have heard your servant’s prayer – the uttered part of it. I am commissioned of God to put into words the other part of it – that part which the pastor – and also you in your hearts – fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words: ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory – must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!
“O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle – be Thou near them! With them – in spirit – we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it – for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him who is the Source of Love, and who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
(After a pause) “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits!”
It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.
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The Afghan smile
Serious Citizenship
We’re in the midst of creating peace
By ROBERT C. KOEHLER
Tribune Media Services
September 10, 2009
“Most of the time, we are grievously feeling that we’re not getting anywhere and that in the ongoing Afghan tragedy, ‘peace’ or ‘humanity’ is a rather impractical, ridiculous thought. But there’s a remnant of the human spirit left in the Afghan smile and that helps to keep me going.” — Hakim, a humanitarian aid worker in Bamiyan Province, Afghanistan
Let’s talk for a moment about serious citizenship and its opposite, the stagnant, seemingly intractable culture of war, which floats in hopelessness and cynicism and slowly (or not so slowly) eats our children’s future.
What percentage of the world’s population sees this as a personal — that is to say, a citizenship — matter, to be transmuted by their efforts? What is the number necessary to create a counter “critical mass,” sufficient to shift the political tide? What would this critical mass of human connection look like? Are we actually in the midst of it?
“Peace is not something which exists independently of us, any more than war does,” says the Dalai Lama at gasummit.org. “Those who are responsible for creating and keeping the peace are members of our own human family.”
These words are deceptively simple, as is almost everything written about the complex, global social structure that we generically call “peace.” We’re in the midst of creating peace: a new human or trans-human structure, comparable in its complexity to the molecular complexity that suddenly mutated into cellular life nearly 4 billion years ago.
The Dalai Lama’s words were addressed to serious citizens indeed: the attendees and others interested in the 2009 Global Alliance Summit for Ministries and Departments for Peace, which will be held in Costa Rica Sept. 17-21. This is the global movement to demand that all governments recognize peace and nonviolent conflict resolution as not only legitimate but crucial processes, and actively encourage and pursue them by creating cabinet- or ministry-level offices at the highest level devoted to that end.
While there are movements in dozens of countries calling for the establishment of ministries or departments of peace, Costa Rica recently became only the third country that has actually done so. The others are Nepal and the Solomon Islands, nations tiny enough for the cynics not to notice, perhaps, but immense among the community of nations in their courage and vision. If we are searching for evidence that humanity has a future, this is part of it.
Some readers may recognize that the date the summit concludes, Sept. 21, is also the U.N.-designated International Day of Peace, established in 1981 to commemorate the yearning and the possibility of an end to the human self-mutilation process euphemistically called war. The day’s hope has been compressed like a diamond into the expression “May Peace Prevail on Earth,” which adorns the peace poles that symbolize the international peace movement.
Celebration of this day has slowly gained momentum over the decades. Last year, as many as 200 million people worldwide took part in organized festivities on this day, according to internationaldayofpeace.org. This year the day’s theme is nuclear non-proliferation and disarmament.
The organization called Voices for Creative Nonviolence is planning a different sort of citizen action in the coming weeks. Noting that universal health care and the ongoing wars in Iraq and Afghanistan bear similar price tags — the former fiercely debated and controversial to the point of political stalemate, the latter the beneficiary of craven bipartisan acquiescence — Voices co-coordinator Jeff Leys writes on Common Dreams: “The choice is clear: healthcare or warfare; the Common Good or Common Destruction.”
Leys points out that Congress will soon approve about $130 billion to fund the Iraq and Afghanistan wars for fiscal year 2010. To draw attention to this and other silent outrages that keep war the national default setting, Voices for Creative Nonviolence and a number of other groups will engage in nonviolent civil disobedience at the White House on Oct. 5. This will be the beginning of “a renewed and revitalized effort to completely end the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan,” Leys writes.
All of which brings me back to Hakim, who recently e-mailed me from the other side of war — “Here in Afghanistan, I agonize with how the ordinary human being ALWAYS loses” — and reminded me that peace is at its heart something as common and simple and universal as a smile.
Hakim described himself as an M.D. born and trained in Singapore who began working with Afghan refugees in Quetta, Pakistan in 2002, then accompanied some of them back to their homeland in 2004.
He calls his website ourjourneytosmile.com. His aspirations may sound naïve anywhere but in war-torn Central Asia: “We are a group of volunteer youth and college students in Afghanistan who, together with international volunteers, wish to recover humanity’s smile (peace, reconciliation, humane love, dignity) in Afghanistan and beyond.”
This is the smile that comes from a deep place, indeed, and arrives unbidden when we gaze into the eyes of a newborn being: our future.
Robert Koehler is an award-winning, Chicago-based journalist and nationally syndicated writer. You can respond to this column at koehlercw@gmail.com.
“Our world faces a crisis as yet unperceived by those possessing the power to make great decisions for good and evil. The unleashed power of the atom has changed everything save our modes of thinking, and thus we drift toward unparalleled catastrophe.” — Albert Einstein
Filed under: Journey Updates | Tags: Afghan strategy, civilian and military deaths in Afghanistan, Gates and Mullen sell Afghan strategy to the American public, many die in Afghan tanker blasts, NATO pledges Afghan tanker strike probe
See how 3 Afghan kids deal with enemies and grudges in From Afghanistan, we plead with the American public and the world. ( 53 seconds )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vtHQ412eEQ
As a human being witnessing the current Afghan and international strategy, together with Afghan friends in Afghanistan, I search for hope that we humans will always have room for a less limited creativity.
So, we plead with the American public and the world.
Please do not solely give a chance to the approach of our fellow human beings from the US military leadership.
Please also give a chance to the alternative approaches of our fellow human beings from the ordinary, civilian world.
In a global crisis of truth and kindness clouded by desperate voices and extreme violence, please give a chance to test another hypothesis and strategy : that an approach which is primarily non-violent and humanitarian can work, to alleviate our shared distrust and fears.
Yes, we can…
Simply, humanly, if we can make friends and not more enemies, we will not lose.
History, reality and sometimes, polls, reveal that our human hearts sense the fogginess of war, that fighting with one another neither lessens our distrust or fears, nor guides us to be truer or kinder. Its fatal human price doesn’t make our world any safer.
We fight, fight and fight……fellow humans die, die and die…..it’s time we win in different and more humane ways.
Civilization has already had sufficient centuries of patience with war strategies. The Obama war strategy in Afghanistan is not new and our patience with it will be patience with an ancient-old, tribal instinct of partisan triumph and revenge for our names, killing in our names. It is an instinct Afghans namelessly understand.
If, for life, we don’t re-define victory, we need to do so at least for death, because whereas life may repeat itself, death cannot.
I’m neither American or Afghan, and like the Afghan children in the real-life video, I’m neither Republican or Democrat, left or right.
I am human.
And, grieving in the current Afghan and international tragedy, together with Afghan friends in Afghanistan, I search for hope that we humans will always have room for a less complicated love.
So, we plead with the American public and the world.
Hakim,
On behalf of Our Journey to Smile, Afghanistan
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Zekerullah
Please watch 13 year old Zekerullah talk about what he thinks of doing when he awakes ( 40 seconds )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2hhPJQRPgI
Every day, today, when we awake to our present civilizations, it seems that many of us just want to win in everything, for ourselves, and at all cost.
Not Zekerullah. This 13 year old Afghan boy, whose name means ‘mention’ ( Zeker ) of God, just wants to work and be happy.
Despite today’s mass communication technology, Zekerullah’s contrite wish matters to very few people, perhaps to none except God.
As a humanitarian worker who has lived among Afghans for 7 years, I appeal to our dis-connected world of today for a creative human concern.
A creative concern courageous enough to re-define victory because Mankind has had a definition too narrow and self-defeating for Afghan and other children to emulate, for far too long.
A creative concern that can momentously change the paradigm of losing or winning because it believes that when we opt primarily for Mankind’s welfare, we can never lose.
A creative concern that will refrain from war because war un-artistically paints corpses rather than the mountains, stars and rivers all around. .
A creative concern that would moderate the polarizing anti-war or pro-war views for a pro-human compassion.
A creative concern that stops feeding fears for one’s personal security which arise from a profound lack of friendship with ordinary Afghans who desperately want peace.
A creative concern that generates work and industry for un-employed, impoverished Afghans to give them a future hope.
A creative concern, in the Afghan quagmire of unknowns and violent ‘mysteries’, that does not insist it alone is right.
A creative concern that listens to, cries for and struggles against the games of fraud and injustice Afghans live with every day.
A creative concern that will not bend to partisan politics because the Afghan commoner has a human heart which isn’t comforted by sectarian power.
A creative concern that chooses not to always vote for power and wealth but to choose kinder, happier days for hurting Afghans and troopers dying daily in Afghanistan.
A creative concern that acknowledges the human presence in Zekerullah and others mentioned by God, the harsh realities he faces and the meek wishes he has.