How To Cope With The Terror And Chaos Around You

How To Cope With The Terror And Chaos Around You

In memory of all the innocent lives lost in these recent tragedies.

Istanbul, Dhaka, and now Baghdad; the world has lost over 190 innocent souls this past week. I am heartbroken. Even worse, I am afraid. Reading over article by article filled with gut wrenching details about these attacks makes me sick to the stomach. I can’t even begin to fathom what these people went through, especially in Dhaka, where the hostages went through traumatizing hours before meeting their fate.

I am especially shaken up by the fact that two of those hostages were Emory students. As an Emory-bound student, I mourn for the loss of Abinta Kabir and Faraaz Hossain. I never knew the two of them personally, but seeing their friends post their pictures and enjoying life makes me wish I did. Abinta would have been a sophomore next year but, now, because of this monstrosity, I would never get to meet her. Faraaz would have been at Emory’s Goizueta School of Business, so I would not have met him, but I already know that he would have been a great friend. Multiple witnesses say that Faraaz actually had the opportunity to leave due to his Bengali heritage, but he decided to stay behind with Abinta and Tarishi Jain, a Berkeley student who sadly also lost her life. What he did was a true act of friendship and courage, one that commands the highest level of respect.

Knowing this, I keep thinking back to that airport in Istanbul where people were rushing to catch their flights to see their loved ones or saying their last goodbyes. Airports are always filled with so many emotions: joy, hope, sadness, anxiety, and love; none of those people deserved to have their lives taken so quickly. A father who was on his way to actually free his son from Daesh (the real name for ISIS), and a nine-year old girl without her family were just two of the victims.

Then, just yesterday, a car explosion in a busy shopping area in Baghdad took lives of over 150 civilians, more than 25 were kids. These were all Muslims who were excitedly preparing for the end of Ramadan, but now they can’t celebrate Eid because a terrorist organization decided that their lives would be used to spread their unexplainable cause of fear.

So now I sit here, trying to make sense of all this as the horrifying pictures and scenarios repeatedly keep playing out in my head. While praying is one way to deal with this, there is another thing you can do that may garner specific results: educate yourself. I cannot stress enough how important it is to not let ignorance lead your actions and life. Ignorance is what terrorist organizations like Daesh prey upon, and it definitely was the reason why a dozen peaceful Muslims have been shot or stabbed randomly throughout the country.

Read what’s going on in the world through credible resources. If you believe the cut up “violent passages” of Quran your family members or friends are posting, then find out the origin of those, or read them in the context of the situation. Disclaimer, if you didn’t know: those words were written centuries ago for situations that were prevalent back in those times of tribal wars. When people copy and paste selected passages inciting terror, they are basically doing the same thing as Deash -- using ignorance to spread fear.

I know it is not your responsibility to do this, but it will considerably help if your knowledge can prevent more innocent lives being lost. Most of those shooters in the Dhaka attack were people from affluent families and had proper schooling, but they were uneducated when it came to religion. But imagine if they were -- those 20 people would be here today. I am not saying don’t pray; please pray for all those victims, and their families as well. Prayer is a powerful tool when it comes to coping with situations where you feel helpless, but enhance the power of prayer with knowledge. Ignorance may be bliss, but knowledge is freedom.

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When You Give A Girl A Dad

You give her everything

They say that any male can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad. That dads are just the people that created the child, so to speak, but rather, dads raise their children to be the best they can be. Further, when you give a little girl a dad, you give her much more than a father; you give her the world in one man.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a rock.

Life is tough, and life is constantly changing directions and route. In a world that's never not moving, a girl needs something stable. She needs something that won't let her be alone; someone that's going to be there when life is going great, and someone who is going to be there for her when life is everything but ideal. Dads don't give up on this daughters, they never will.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a role model.

If we never had someone to look up to, we would never have someone to strive to be. When you give a little girl someone to look up to, you give her someone to be. We copy their mannerisms, we copy their habits, and we copy their work ethic. Little girls need someone to show them the world, so that they can create their own.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her the first boy she will ever love.

And I'm not really sure someone will ever be better than him either. He's the first guy to take your heart, and every person you love after him is just a comparison to his endless, unmatchable love. He shows you your worth, and he shows you what your should be treated like: a princess.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her someone to make proud.

After every softball game, soccer tournament, cheerleading competition, etc., you can find every little girl looking up to their dads for their approval. Later in life, they look to their dad with their grades, internships, and little accomplishments. Dads are the reason we try so hard to be the best we can be. Dads raised us to be the very best at whatever we chose to do, and they were there to support you through everything. They are the hardest critics, but they are always your biggest fans.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a credit card.

It's completely true. Dads are the reason we have the things we have, thank the Lord. He's the best to shop with too, since he usually remains outside the store the entire time till he is summoned in to forge the bill. All seriousness, they always give their little girls more than they give themselves, and that's something we love so much about you.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a shoulder to cry on.

When you fell down and cut yourself, your mom looked at you and told you to suck it up. But your dad, on the other hand, got down on the ground with you, and he let you cry. Then later on, when you made a mistake, or broke up with a boy, or just got sad, he was there to dry your tears and tell you everything was going to be okay, especially when you thought the world was crashing down. He will always be there to tell you everything is going to be okay, even when they don't know if everything is going to be okay. That's his job.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a lifelong best friend.

My dad was my first best friend, and he will be my last. He's stood by me when times got tough, he carried me when I just couldn't do it anymore, and he yelled at me when I deserved it; but the one thing he has never done was give up on me. He will always be the first person I tell good news to, and the last person I ever want to disappoint. He's everything I could ever want in a best friend and more.

Dads are something out of a fairytale. They are your prince charming, your knight in shinny amour, and your fairy godfather. Dads are the reasons we are the people we are today; something that a million "thank you"' will never be enough for.

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8 Types Of People Fetuses Grow Into That 'Pro-Lifers' Don't Give 2.5 Shits About

It is easy to fight for the life of someone who isn't born, and then forget that you wanted them to be alive when you decide to hate their existence.


For those in support of the #AbortionBans happening all over the United States, please remember that the unborn will not always be a fetus — he or she may grow up to be just another person whose existence you don't support.

The fetus may grow up to be transgender — they may wear clothes you deem "not for them" and identify in a way you don't agree with, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them a mentally unstable perv for trying to use the bathroom.

The fetus may grow up to be gay — they may find happiness and love in the arms of someone of the same gender, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them "vile" and shield your children's eyes when they kiss their partner.

The fetus may grow up and go to school — to get shot by someone carrying a gun they should have never been able to acquire, and their life will mean nothing to you when your right to bear arms is on the line.

The fetus may be black — they may wear baggy pants and "look like a thug", and their life will mean nothing to you when you defend the police officer who had no reason to shoot.

The fetus may grow up to be a criminal — he might live on death row for a heinous crime, and his life will mean nothing to you when you fight for the use of lethal injection to end it.

The fetus may end up poor — living off of a minimum wage job and food stamps to survive, and their life will mean nothing to you when they ask for assistance and you call them a "freeloader" and refuse.

The fetus may end up addicted to drugs — an experimentation gone wrong that has led to a lifetime of getting high and their life will mean nothing to you when you see a report that they OD'd and you make a fuss about the availability of Narcan.

The fetus may one day need an abortion — from trauma or simply not being ready, and her life will mean nothing to you as you wave "murderer" and "God hates you" signs as she walks into the office for the procedure.

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Do not tell me that you are pro-life when all of the above people could lose their lives in any way OUTSIDE of abortion and you wouldn't give 2.5 shits.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is gay or trans, you will berate them for who they are or not support them for who they love.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is poor or addicted, you will refuse the help they desperately need or consider their death a betterment of society.

You fight for the baby to be born, but when the used-to-be-classroom-of-fetuses is shot, you care more about your access to firearms than their lives.

It is easy to pretend you care about someone before they are even born, and easy to forget their birth was something you fought for when they are anything other than what you consider an ideal person.

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