“Namaste” readers. So glad you could join me again.
As I am sure you could fathom by my unorthodox greeting, I spent the last bit of time since we had checked in acclimating myself to the wonders of Earth’s “India”. As I grew more familiar with Earth’s global geography, I had realized it was one of the few places I had yet failed to visit in my time here. I stretched my wings out after far too long, and set out en route to this fabled land.
Upon descending above “India”, my eyes were met with scenes of rustic beauty. I spent hours roaming the skies of this place, soaking in the wide range of sights this land had to offer. From the snow capped mountains to untamed jungles of its wilds, to the various fields and bustling cities that its humans resided in, to even a sky scraping palace composed of white marble; “India” was truly a sight to behold. My adventures here were interrupted, however, by the reappearance of a familiar face; one that caused a great deal of commotion.
I had stopped by in one of India’s cities to find myself nourishment. It had been a long journey after all. Some days the will to hunt simply isn’t there; in these situations, prowling through human communities and consuming the prey there is far less effort. These Earth “dogs” and “cats” by themselves prove to be finger foods, snacks at most. But when consumed in volume, do provide a substantial meal! I was in search for these small creatures when I heard a great commotion. At first, my instinct was panic. My wings flared, ready for a quick departure; perhaps I had finally been seen by these humans! I had to leave before more arrived. But, as the commotion continued, i realized it was not aimed at me. I peeked my head around the street corner I was hiding behind, and my eyes widened.
Warfare. Warfare waged through the streets. For an instant, I thought that I might have been back home; flames filled the streets, smoke clouded the air, screams and chants intermingled with all of the chaos ensuing. The humans of the city were up in arms; various people hobbled away injured, with a few lying still in the streets. This was nothing like the tame rationalizing I had experienced earlier here on Earth; this was WAR. This was HOME.
As I made my way away from the battle, my curiosity took over me. I had to know why. These humans did not usually act in this manner; I had never seen their conflicts culminate in such intense violence. I snaked around the city, with open ears, and soon learned the cause: The Orange Man. I was stunned. This peculiar little human was everywhere it seemed! Not only that, but it seemed that conflict and uproar followed in his path as well! According to the murmurs of this city, the clan leader of the “The United States of America” had decided upon a rather controversial method of allowing people into his clan’s land. Apparently, humans of a certain religion by the name of “Muslim” were not welcome in The Orange Man’s land. This decision led to an uproar, and the ones slighted took to the streets to voice their displeasure and were met by those who disagreed with them, resulting in the skirmish I was witness to.
Now, this at first struck me as peculiar. On my home too, we have ways of life, clan cultures, that are closely tied to what humans here refer to as religion. But, in no way do these ways of life differentiate the beings we are at our core! My home is different in the case that our very concept of cross-clan society is shattered; we simply stick to ourselves. This, from my understanding, isn’t the case here on Earth. It shouldn’t be the case here on Earth. As a witness of it all; to highlight these trivial differences among us, to use them as dividers… This is why my world is the way it is. Full of pain, full of divide, and war. One of the beauties of Earth that I had come to marvel at was the ability of its people to coexist, atleast better than my own could. This Orange Man is taking steps in the wrong direction; as the leader of his clan, I dearly hope he either corrects this divisive mentality, or is replaced soon; I would hate to see the atmosphere of my home come alive here on Earth.
Until next time readers.
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