Bring Peace in Mindanao

Mindanao... The Land of Promise, a promise of bountiful harvests, a promise of prosperity, a promise of peace... but does it really vowed PEACE?

I lived in this world for many years and these years are enough to know things. I learned to love, to laugh, to cry... and the biggest thing I’ve learned is to see that reality is lifetime grudge.

As a youth, it hurts to see violence surrounding your once peaceful environment, to see dead bodies, grieving families, bombing that pierces one’s heart, see brothers killing brothers and what hurts most is to know that our government takes it too slowly to stop.

I am living in Mindanao but I never regret living in it. But the continuous killings, the Moslem-Christian fight, the MOA-AD rejection that flared the whole MIs, and the now reappearing bloody Ilaga group make me think twice, is it safe here?

A home is place where you feel safe and warm. But the strife in Mindanao, the hostility in my home tends to be the reason of all my anxiety. It’s like having an always shouting and fighting mother and father. It’s like siblings fighting for a single candy. Can you see the picture? The war is breaking, slashing and devastating my home, the home of the Moslems, the home of the Christians, OUR HOME.

Violence is never acceptable nor of the Gods, even Allah knows it. But what are we fighting for? For the ancestral domains? For our own interests? For our own happiness? For ourselves? And we want peace, don’t we? Does the war aim to fight for peace? Gracious heavens! Fighting for peace doesn’t bring peace, let us all be in peace and surely... peace will come. #