I feel unbearable pressure because of my country. The place where I lived is full of memories and emotions—I visited so many unique places. Now I don't even know if I'll ever see them again. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I had no news from my family for five days. Now I'm waiting to see if they can call me just briefly to tell me everything is fine and to ask me to take care of myself. During that short call, I have to control myself and not cry.
In history, we only heard about Hitler and other dictators and what they did. But now we're witnessing it ourselves. We're living in an era where people are being killed as if their lives don't matter, as if their existence has no value. What was their fault? They only wanted to live in peace and freedom. They just wanted to afford food and basic goods. Why should owning a car be such a big dream?
People feel they have no choice: either they rise up and maybe get what is rightfully theirs, or they never get it at all. And that makes sense. You're gambling with your life for the possibility that you or the next generation might live freely after this.
I wish the world were a better place to live in. But now I see that the whole world is fighting to show power through money, guns, nuclear weapons, or religion. Powerful men are in a constant struggle for dominance, and ordinary people are just soldiers on a chessboard. Who cares about them in the middle of wars between powerful men?
I wish for the day when everyone can truly see this and finally do something about it.