WATER is Treasure

Jushn-e-Qatal…..

It’s something that I just can’t bear

It might be someone’s food; it might be someone’s habit

But for me, it’s not the THING that is being eaten….it’s a LIFE that is being killed for the sake of one’s hunger

Its murder….its mean….its purely Non-human

One see it as stuff, I feel it like dead body

The body that was carrying life some time back

A living being having the same life that anyone of us has

When we get even a scratch we scream with pain

What pain they might have suffered when they were pieced off

Their scream their pain resonates in my ears, n I can’t help them

This makes me feel myself hands tied….handcuffed….but shivering with the same pain

When I was very small even from that time I was being taught,

“When a dog barks at you don’t think to throw stones at him, rather fed him with chapatti "viri bhuk mita vira aatma ne shant kar” aatma….soul….a life…

A living soul….having hunger, family, feelings, having his own life…..

Then when he is killed, what about his family…their grief of separation………what about all that when someone is enjoying its taste….Jushn-e-Qatal…………

AAI

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