Last Friday I woke up to a text from a friend.
“There was a terrorist attack in New Zealand”
I opened the link he sent me and cried. That doesn’t happen in New Zealand. And despite being on the other side of the world, it felt so close to home.
It’s taken me days to write this. I wasn’t sure if I should, or could write something about this event. I don’t live in New Zealand. I’m not Muslim. I don’t know anyone who was directly affected.
I was heartbroken and angry… But I felt as though it wasn’t my place.
Then, I read this post from Hasan Minhaj.
I am currently studying community and social service management. Every day we are learning about strategies to bring people together, collaborate more, and hopefully, improve the world just a little.
Oxford defines community as “A group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common.”
When we think of communities we like to break it down. Into cities, neighborhoods, groups of people with the same interest or who do the same job.
The first communities that come to my mind are my school, my province, my hobbies and my country.
But what about the world?
We have a global community, where each and every one of us has something in common.
We are all human.
No matter what your background, your interest, your faith. You are human. The person next to you in class, the person in the office down the hall, the bus driver, the farmer growing your food, the person on the other side of the world who doesn’t speak your language. Every one of them are human.
Just like you.
My global community is hurting. And that means I am hurting too.
I will not let faith matter more than humanity.