Dear New Zealand- NazeefWrites

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Dear New Zealand, 

Life has become worthless. People are been shot down anywhere and at anytime. On what basis humanity is desperate to take revenge? Why are we treated so unfairly? Haven’t you seen that we too are part of this beautiful world? This is even our homeland! We have the right to live, to cultivate food and fetch water to live our life. We bear the right to have shelter, peace and harmony. Turn the pages of history and have a look on the verdicts, you will find that nowhere war has helped humanity. Muslims, all around the world are been tortured for practicing their religion, for wearing veil, for offering prayers and in some part of the world Muslims are mercilessly kept in prisons despite  having no criminal records!

The disastrous attack that took place in England will roar the voice of Islam in western civilized countries. Islam will grow from your own soil. Men, women and children have finally ended their lives due to this horrendous attack but remember, every time you will kill a woman, a thousands of Sumayya RA will come forth. Every time you shed the blood of a man, thousands of yasir RA will rise from the horizon. Every time you pluck the flower child, new flowers will festoon the barren looking plant.

It is indeed very sad to see the tongue of the world is zipped despite watching all these with naked eyes. I urge people to seek help through patience and prayer. Remember, he is a terrorist, he translated his hurt in a wrong way and people who lost their life shall receive justice in this world and the world to come!

yours truly, 

Location: Bhatkal, Karnataka, India

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