I had a dream that made me break out in cold sweat. It wasn't because something happened to me or because something happened to my family, but because it filled me with fear. We were living in camps, and military chased us out with sticks and guns. We fled and we ran like we've never run before. But even when we stopped and we were safe, fear pulled and tugged at the back of our throats.
To think that the women in congo deal with far worse than this. They don't just deal with the fear of something happening to them, but also the reality of having their bodies violated and their souls destroyed by the military. I don't know how anyone can listen to the stories of these women and not be compelled. I don't know how delegates in the UN can listen to this and respond to it with not human emotion, but forced diplomacy. This is when I really want to believe in eternal life after death. To know that these people don't just have a life of suffering, but something a lot more afterwards. That at least in death they can have peace and in eternal life salvation. This is when I want to believe Donne. "One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die."
- Death Be Not Proud, John Donne