The world celebrates the death of one of the most wanted men in History, the founder of the al-Qaeda organization which the world blamed 9-11 for. He's a smart terrorist who gave the United States of America a run for their money for ten years. Responsible for multiple killings, bombings and most probably catapulting the States into the war on terror limelight. The world is basking in the glow of the victory of military tactics and American Apple pie pride.
I was bowled over by the reaction of people being happy about a death of another human being.
I think the CNN, BBC, ANC, GMA (the list goes on) news reporters never thought how party-ready Osama and his buddies must've felt when they successfully carried out driving planes in the twin towers and the Pentagon. I heard he was pretty proud of himself back then, and his believers made mental memories of those days. Pakistan doesn't have colorful sets to showcase their victory during that time but the important thing was, they proved that they had the power to make superpower countries scared of them, make world and religious leaders beg them to stop.
People usually grieve about death but there will always be exceptions. A bitter pill to swallow.
A nice way of looking at this is that when death catches up on beliefs, relationships or living things transformation is inevitable and a birth of something or somebody follows almost immediately.
"Death, which is portrayed so grimly and so visual is temporary. Hope which is unseen is eternal."
- Francesca Sarmiento 8:45PM, 5-3-2011
Stay hot, darlings.
