Dear Mom, Please Kill me in Your Womb
I know that you have waited all your life to become a mother & you might have very well been the best mother in the world, but I have something to ask of you. I know that this may break your heart & it is incredibly selfish of me, but please kill me in your womb itself.
This is not a journey I want to start. Life on earth seems to be very strange & eerie. Humans are just looking for reasons to murder other humans when the only reason is intolerance. I do not understand how someone’s religion, God, caste, gender preferences or other petty reasons could be so offensive to anyone so as to instigate them to kill. I do not understand how killing a person is justified to punish him for killing a cow, for drawing an offensive cartoon or just having different views! Is this all it takes to start an attack, a war, a massacre or a holocaust?
Perhaps, I’m too ignorant to understand the importance of such indulgent & self-righteous biases & beliefs that only seem to propagate hatred to me. But, it doesn’t make any sense at all! Am I missing something? What is the big picture? Aren’t we all supposed to live & let live?
Why bring up another soul into this world filled with cruel & heartless people? Isn’t it better to just kill me in your womb peacefully than to make me suffocate in a place where I might have to suffer from social anxiety, trust issues, insecurities, depression or suicidal tendencies, if not them all? Isn’t it better to just kill me by your loving & kind self than have me bullied, molested, raped, or murdered by some sadists if simply living this toxic life doesn’t kill me first? I don’t want to live the rest of my life numbing the pain with sedatives, alcohol & defense mechanisms.
Why would you want to give me birth in a world where I would rather wish I were dead, ma? This life is too beautiful to be despised. I don’t want to hate anyone or anything, ma. I don’t want to turn into one of those sad & bitter people who can only keep cribbing about the world & not see the beauty in it.
I wish I could believe that I could change this world, but how can someone change something that doesn’t want to change? What possible good can I do when people are hellbent on being selfish, greedy and cruel sociopaths without any sense of conscience? What sense can I possibly knock into the brainwashed heads of those who are killing their own kind like possessed demons hungry for blood? And, what if they succeed in turning me into a demon just like them?
There’s nothing I can do to save this world, ma. But, you can save me from the ordeal of living through this anomaly you earthlings call life. Instead, I’d be happy if you decide to adopt one of the discarded misfortunates as your own & grant someone a new lease of life.
Maybe this is too much to ask, but I want to live in a world where I can still believe in the goodness of its inhabitants. A peaceful & tolerant world where we can still hope, wish & dream. A place where we can breathe freely. There is no such place left on earth, except in your womb, ma. You have kept me safe here for so long. Keep me safe in your memories. I would rather have you picture me as a content foetus than see me turn into a ghost of a person. After all, isn’t it easier saying goodbye to a person you’ve never met than to a person you wish you had never met or rather, created?
Save me, ma. Please kill me.
( This article has been written keeping in mind the recent attacks on humanity. Its intent is not to sadden the readers but to show them where the world stands.)
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