In creating a world of shared love, a veil of ignorance and distance have often created imaginative realities that have separated us by creating fears and misinformation about one another. A kid in some corner of the world grows up believing that, whites are white because they ran away before God finished making them, while in some other parts they believe blacks are black because of the sun. We grow up to such notions, with stories exaggerated and falsely narrated. We grow up with books, teaching us historical interpretations with certain motives, certain goals. The same man who in the books of one part of the world is a hero, becomes a villain in another part of the world. We grow with differences and distances created, insecurities penetrated deep into our subconscious, lines drawn and the word religion is used to make everybody else a dweller of hell; in the name of color, nationality, beliefs and ideologies, we create a xenophobic and a dystopian world around us. We have built walls.
The need of the hour is to remove obstacles and to come in contact with people from different cultures, to understand them, to mingle with them and to be able not only to hear them but to listen to them, and to be able to understand their life, histories, beliefs from their perspectives. The idea is to be able to get beyond ourselves, to be free like birds, to be able to see the world not just through our nest, but to be impartial like the light of the sun. It really takes us to be human to behold our basic humanity, and to be loving, tolerant, and understanding towards humanity. Beauty many a times is a result of differences, the world would not be as beautiful as it is now, if it would be a plain field. The diversity of blossoms, trees, mountains, rivers and all the natural wonder makes it what it is. Nothing is more beautiful about travelling than the potential it has to create individuals who get beyond themselves, and be able to look at the world with new lenses, the opportunity they can behold to dive in the new world and experience it from deep within. Humans need to interact more, they need to listen to one another more, they need to not just talk but to communicate, and understand history from all its available shades, variations, and seek its impartiality. I was no longer a wanderer, it felt like I was replanted and rain showered me with a new life, like that of the blossoms, but I didn’t know how long my spring would last? Growing up, we always become nostalgic of our youths, and our innocent childhood, but there is a different pleasure in the older years of life. You become conscious about the subtleties of life and you start to understand it deeply with your experience and learning through life. You cannot imagine going back again into ignorance you once possessed, while at the same time you miss the freshness of the past times, you value the consciousness you have now, but you miss the beautiful innocence of being a child, and the energy of being a youth.
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Zubair Arif Shah was born in Madinah, Saudi Arabia, raised in Kashmir, and currently lives in Istanbul, Turkey. He was inspired towards writing especially in the years he lived in New Delhi and discovered great Urdu poets. He loves to constantly travel and is influenced profoundly by the thoughts and ideas of Sufism.