Critical Reflections on the recent bombings in Paris (and Beirut and other less known places)

 

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Where Does It Hurt, O City of Light

BY OMID SAFI (@OSTADJAAN) ON BEING COLUMNIST

Upon receiving the news from Paris, I did what I often do in moments of crisis. I turned off the TV — and sat with the grief. I turned, as I often do, to poetry, nature, scripture, and prayer. I retreated to solitude, leaving time for sorrow to sit with me before having to answer the inevitable crush of media speculation.

In those early hours there is no real analysis, only a parroting of ideological perspectives. I find it more fully human to welcome grief, and connect with the humanity of those for whom these tragedies are even more personal, more intimately destructive.

The poem that I turned to was yet again from the amazing Somali-British poet, Warsan Shire:

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

Everywhere, everywhere. Everybody hurts. It hurts everywhere.

Read full post here:

http://www.onbeing.org/blog/omid-safi-where-does-it-hurt-o-city-of-light/8123

 

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