when we talk about terrorism, we talk about the 11th of September, of these birded people, of people who make atomic bombs, people who wants to hurt, people who killed, people who are BAD.

but the question that we should be asking is: Why there is terrorism? What’s the reason behind terrorism?

i sure haven't the real answer, but i asked my self and every person should ask himself to see and to find an answer. and here is my answer.

some people may say that all of this is due to jealousy and stuff like this, but it's far from this. i think it's probably revenge.

i can imagine a little boy who lives in a tent, because he doesn't have a home, he sleeps in the same place with his ten brothers and sitters and his parents, he lies in a corner shivering, hungry and thirsty, he tries to sleep but he cans, because there are a lot of noises: bang_ bang. a sound that rises in the middle of the night, bombardments spread here and there, bombardments that fall from the skies like the rain. but the ironic thing about it is that rain is the source of life and these bombardments are a certain death. and finally our little friend manages to sleep. he wakes up in the morning he turns to his left and sees a lot of blood every where, he himself was all covered by blood. he has no idea where his parents were, oh wait a minute there it was it's the hand of his mother. a hand detached of the body. he just sat there holding that bloody hand that have hold him and caressed him. he grew up and never managed to get over that shock. he lived all his life with the image of the blood and the soft detached hand. he grew up all alone, wandering between the other tents, getting something to eat in here and something to drink from there. he become a hard guy, a person who haven't faith anymore, a person capable of all evil things. he became a trouble maker. and mothers were pointing at him and saying that they didn't want there kids to talk to him. and he looked at them all dirty and stinky , pretended that he didn't care and that he was a hard guy, but actually he used to hide in a little place away of people and cry, cry for his mother and his family, cry about how people were treating him.

and one day he found a group of people who lived the same thing, people who wanted to get there revenge: terrorists. so they raised money and bought some weapons (and when we say weapons we shouldn't forget who sells weapons and who makes them). and that's so they attacked some place and hurt some innocent people. and these innocent people decides to get there revenge. and the cycle of terrorism goes on and on.......

so who can we blame?

i think that we should blame our society and blame these people who pretend to be helping while they are playing with human lives for there own good.

and as a closure we are making terrorism we all have a role in this. there are the people who make important decisions and pretend to help other people who are less fortunate but who are actually enforcing an act of terrorism on them, witch will push them to become terrorists there selves, and go for revenge, and that's how they would hurt innocent people who would become terrorists, and there are us the people who haven't a direct role, but we are part of this because with our silence we are encouraging terrorism, and we are just sitting there without knowing that we can become a victim at any second.

we shouldn't forget that these people we call terrorists need help, to become better persons, and in case we can't help it we should think about prevention, we should prevent the appearance of new terrorists. so should we be saying that we need a war against terrorism or shall we say we need to help and prevent against terrorism. But there is one thing that would make these projects impossible; human ego.

 

terrorism is a desease and we should find a medecine for this virus and we should also prevent from it in the future!