Home of the free and land of the brave.

I do not fear terrorists infiltrating refugees.

I fear opening my computer and seeing another child’s lifeless corpse (GRAPHIC) washed up on a beach. A child, whose life could have been spared, taken from this world too soon because this world chose not to stand up for and protect that little boy when it had the chance.

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We have reached the crossroads, I believe, of our generation. Where a decision needs to be made. Lives depend on it.

The future rests on it.

Do we allow ourselves to be swayed and our actions moved out of fear? Could you imagine if the world chose to be as passionate about people as they are about violence?

The fact of the matter is, if the Western World turns its back on people out of fear, then we are losing. Not just a war with a faceless enemy. We are losing as human beings.

There are people who need our help. They need the U.S.A. to show itself as not just the war machine but also as the role model for how to take care of people. There is a need for our humanitarian efforts to rival our military might now more than ever.

This November, I haven’t felt very thankful.

Why is there even a discussion? We have children washing up on the shores of beaches, families fleeing destruction, in hope, HOPE, of some sort of comforts of safety.

To date, there have been over thousands of airstrikes on the region these people are fleeing from. If a bomb falling from the sky does not take their life, there are men with guns going door to door, from different factions and sides of the battle, with one simple message; “Join or face imprisonment.”

People flee the destruction of their homeland, at the sliver of hope their kids will live to see another day.

Home of the free and land of the brave. 

I don’t feel very brave right now. As the fear of ISIS grows, we are afraid to shelter those displaced by a civil war and subsequent ravaging of their country. Turning our back on children, shrugging our shoulders as we justify taking the easy way out.

Meanwhile, the body of a small child washes up lifeless on a shore, their potential never realized. That child could have changed the world.

They still can. Their life is not in vain.

We need to do the right thing.

I grew up believing that this country, my country, stood for something. As the leader of the free world, we were there to protect the world and those in it from evils. I grew up proud to be an American.

This country did not let the innocent die at the hands of the wicked. It didn’t sit back while woman and children suffered.

No, when push came to shove, we came with our boots strapped handing out some sweet fucking freedom, courtesy of the red, white and blue.

I want my country to be more than a military might. I want my country to have pride in doing the right thing, even when it might not be the easiest thing to do.

In the face of danger and fear, we do not wilt. Our moral compass is not swayed by the actions of those that would seek to hurt us.

Do not let terror win.

Beating ISIS will take more than a bombardment of airstrikes. This battle won’t be won with guns or violence. It will be one by showing them that we are not divided by anything but how we choose to treat people. We will show them, through our morally right actions, they cannot deter us from caring for those in need.

“Core to ISIS’s narrative is that the struggle between the West and Islam is fundamental: that the United States and Europe are, and forever will be, at war with Islam and thus all Muslims.” Source

Homs, Syria Yazan Homsy/ REUTERS

Homs, Syria Yazan Homsy/ REUTERS



Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door. – The New Colossus, Emma Lazarus (In 1903, the poem was engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the lower level of the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty.)





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