As in all of history’s crusades, our brothers and sisters take each others’ lives. One can’t help but want to scream, “It is not your life to take! In what world were you given the right to decide on the death and suffering of others?”

There can be nobody to blame because everybody is at fault; no righteous party exists when children continue to die as fingers continue to be pointed. Does it make sense to corroborate with evil by serving as a vessel for harm in the pursuit of an abstract preeminence? As always, the embodiment of malevolence will quickly replicate, rapidly and uncontrollably, eventually becoming destruction manifested: war. Regardless of faction, the simple truth is that the conflict will bring nothing better than a Pyrrhic victory at the cost of endless tears.

All can concur that at this point peace occupies only a minuscule possibility; one can merely aspire that at some point the realization of the beauty in unity and respect can incite awareness that we are all innately capable of loving our fellow people. Wishful thinking, yes, but we can be hopeful nonetheless.