Today, I believe some people would die for their beliefs, but most of the people wouldn’t. Death is a scary thing, and if you were at death’s door for believing what you did, I feel most people today would instead lie. However, there are many people around the world who have died for what they believe in, and not only for religious or political beliefs. For example, Feb. 26, 2015, Dhaka, Bangladesh. Avijit Roy who was a Bangladeshi-American blogger and secular activist, was killed by 2 unknown assailants. Roy was the founder of an online community of freethinkers, atheists and humanists. He received death threats from Bangladeshi Islamists, and harassment from the government and regardless of the recent assign other writers, who had similar
During the 20th century and yet still long before and after , many people were being killed for what they believed in. History has came a long way now in our timeline, we now have rights that protect our beliefs and religions. Back then if you believed in what others didn't or if you were loud or an impact with your movement you were punished or murdered just like Archbishop Oscar Romero. His full name is Oscar Arnulfo Romero y Galdámez also known also known as the legend Archbishop Oscar Romero, the one who fought and spoke out against poverty, social injustice, torture, and assassinations he also inspired many with his power and books.
Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of
Everyone on earth is defined by their core beliefs. It’s what makes us all individuals, what separates us from the others. It wasn’t until I was talking with my friend Sean in 8th grade that I started to realize that one of my core beliefs, something I was taught growing up, may not be my own belief.
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Summer was coming, and the sun was going down later and later every day, and Spike felt the minutes get longer as he waited. Visiting hours were only from 2-6. In a few days he wouldn’t be allowed to visit her at all. Not like he couldn’t break in or something. But she wouldn’t like that.
Why am I torturing myself? Enclosed in a 3 sided cage with only the illusion of freedom out the steel framed front door. The mirrors on the walls staring at my jiggling fat from all angles. The dingy ceiling tiles are stained from countless roof leaks and the floor littered with pebbles and rubber from a busted medicine ball. The sting of body odor and bleach fills my nostrils. Head splitting music ravishes my ears through the chaos of weights clashing and ropes smacking the floor. My classmates glare at me with their squinty hypocritical eyes.
Dec 17- Ive stayed at the warren home for one month now. the peupl are very kind to me always looking after me right and never making a fuss when i mess up. but i have yet to make any friends. today we were in the art room making paintings i wasnt able to finish so the teacher allow me to stay when the class was over. after the teacher left i started painting my picture a pretty sky blue. the window was open the cold air bothered me when i went to close the window i saw a bag there were a pack of smokes in it the box . one time i saw my teacher putting one to his mouth and he made smoke. i know im not supposed to touch other peoples stuff but i wanted to know how he was able to make smoke by just putting paper in his mouth. i took the box and popped out a smoke put it in my mouth and blew. nothing happened i was confused did i do i wrong thot. thats right i didnt find have fire. i looked for the stick that made light the smoke. found it hiding in the box under a lot of paper. i put the fire towards the smoke and there it was i made smoke. i went to the window copying what the teacher would do. i coughed when i first started but got used to it. it felt weird like some worry left me and i sat there watching the sky. after that i started stealing smokes from my art techer sometimes.
It’s late April 2015, not long after my 65th birthday and I woke early after another night of not sleeping well. Not unusual for the past 46 years. I lay in bed looking at the clock having a hard time reading the extra-large display but as my eyes focused; the clock illuminated the time at 3:30 a.m. I closed my eyes and repeated the names of everyone in the platoon who’d died while in Vietnam: “Tufts, Ramos, Reynolds, Ofstedahl, Swindle, Wellman, Ponce, Mitchell, Anderson, Carey, Morris, Kidwell and Matson.” For most a familiar face appeared when saying the name, but for several of the platoon members, I couldn’t remember what they looked like, only a shadow instead of a face. I can’t forget the fallen, and don’t want to forget! They deserve
The majority of my life I grew up believing that anyone who was deeply religious was that way because they were incapable of finding their own path in life, but instead needed to believe in some supernatural being to do it for them. I believed that their mind was so chained down, and that one must be so ignorant to believe in something that has no evidence in truly existing. Throughout my life I had been introduced to religious ideas, but the concepts never seemed to resonate with me. Ideas that could not be proven through empirical evidence and rational thought, to me seemed absurd. How could one be so naive to life by such concepts? It was very evident my mom's side of the family held much value in religion
After having a great understanding on the Israeli/Palestinian conflict and learning about the psychology of war, I can proudly say I’m a liberal. This foundation was first planted in me after reading the Melian Dialogue. In fact, I knew I was a liberal the moment I read this: “If we are on friendly terms with you, our subjects would regard that as a sign of weakness in us, whereas your hatred is evidence of our power. Those who preserve their independence do so because they are strong, and that if we fail to attack them it is because we are afraid” (Thucydides 2). To a realists this would make sense, but to a liberal it’s baffling. It makes no sense to even think of International Law in that aspect, and the absence of cooperation is prolonging
Your title intrigued me as I have always wanted to parasail. I enjoyed how you opened up to the reader by saying that you are afraid of heights as it makes first person even more personal. Thinking about the worst possible scenarios that could happen is a natural thing for humans to do when they feel uncertainty and I liked how it was included. I could easily picture the cityscape and the ocean with the help of your imagery. I love the part when your mood changes to liking parasailing and reflecting on this experience with no regret. Your entry shows the importance of taking opportunities on that are new and frightening. Nice work!
What is death? Why do people die? How can learn to accept the fact that one day we will die? Death is something unexplainable. Everyone has a beginning and an end. Some people cope with death differently, through sadness, anger, and confusion. The death of a loved one hurts so much, words can’t explain the feeling. Although that pain is not physical some can say that emotional pain hurts as much as physical pain. Once a person dies it’s a chance for people to reflect on what they did while they were alive. How many people they helped or how friendly they were to people. On June 18, 2016, I experienced death for the first time. I was not very close to this person but he was someone who really impacted my life and my families. I just never realized how much he meant to us until that second Saturday of June.
As a person that had a religious upbringing, I think it is interesting to view myself where I was and where I am at this moment in time. I do not have a religion; in fact, ever since I was around 15 years old I rejected religion immensely. My mother and the rest of my family used religion as a way to “put me in my place” as they would say. Right now, I see religion as just that; a way to keep people in order. I’ve always been an inquisitive person, someone that strives for the truth, and anything that hindered me from doing so I refrained from putting my trust into it. With that said, I went into this interview with low expectations. I’m not too keen on things that put me out of my comfort zone, but one thing that being in college has taught is that in order to grow sometimes you are going to have to be uncomfortable. Since I got to Old Dominion in 2014 there has been this Christian group on campus that has been more than persistent in harassing me and some other people on campus. I never considered giving them the time of the day until this assignment required me to interview someone from a culture group that I do not share a membership in.
No two cultures are the same since every religion as its own customs and beliefs. The best way to get a better understanding of different faiths then your own is to interact with someone of a diverse belief. I recently discover amazing facts about Indians I never knew about by just spending an hour talking with my Indian friend’s mom.
“Goodnight!” She had shouted from two doors away. “Night, grandma…” I whispered. She had suffered from cancer many times before, but this one could be the end. I never thought about it that way, I just thought she would live forever. That everyone could live forever. I not at all thought that death would hurt this much or that it would happen at all. But I was way wrong. Death does happen. To everyone. Even the nicest people you meet could die the next day. And that’s what happened.