My Tsunami Story
by This article is dedicated to my late brother-in-law Faiz Yoosoof, my beloved sister Zehana, Son Iqbal, and daughter Ilma. May the Almighty Allah shower his choicest blessings to your family for the rest of this lifetime.
It’s true the pain and the agony of the losses can never be substituted and while the world will have to move on burying the ghost of the past, at least we can live in hope and possibly rely on these new warning systems to possibly save further future agony of such scale. Sri Lanka was a country united by a common heritage but has since now been divided by a violent ethnic conflict. The most recent assassination of Foreign Minister Lakshman Kadirgamar, a highly intellectual and possibly the country’s most respected face on the International stage, is another classic case in point of the ever so ongoing brutal political mayhem. Sharing of the Tsunami aid has only deepened the rift further. The impending November 17th Presidential election showdown between Ranil-Mahinda is likely to create even more disarray. In conclusion, memory is an unlimited treasure trove to dig into at will and to the outside world the forever lingering memories will be those images of bodies washed out to sea by giant waves and mothers frantically searching for their children while those very waves tore up and swallowed every semblance in its path. A lifetime of hardwork, accumulation and love and care all wiped out within mere minutes. And for the traumatized one’s left behind it’s bound to be a lifetime of lasting pain indeed. The learned say, beware of the unfancied and the unknown. For they may sting less frequently but when they do, they sure are no less fatal. Nature is neither as kind as we want it, nor as evil as we fear. Will the human spirit overcome horror in the end ? Only time will hold that answer!!!
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