I don’t really know where to begin for I’ve been bottling these emotions since a long time ago and constantly arguing with myself, “Oh, that’s nothing to worry!”
It all started back in the beginning of the ICC World Cup 2019. I and my younger sister were supporting Australia, New Zealand and England to star in the matches. However, I don’t live in either of the places, and the country to where I belong is also a cricket-playing nation. So every day, we —I and my sister— showered with scorns about supporting some ‘foreign countries’.
“You are a Traitor”
I’ve lost count of how many times we have been hearing this. My poor sister is suffering much more than me perhaps because she’s more outspoken than me.
Almost everyone, every near and dear ones too, have turned against us. They think we are just petty traitors who love the “foreign” teams, instead of our motherland, just because they are fair and good-looking.
But this is not true, and neither is it justified. I don’t really believe in the concept of countries where you divide our world just on some political basis. If I were to acknowledge some place as ‘motherland’, then it would be nothing other than the Earth.
The Whole World Is My Motherland
“Remember, no men are strange, no countries foreign”
No Men Are Foreign, James Kirkup
I agree exactly with the great poet James Kirkup. This world belongs to everyone sharing it. Every fellow human being is our brother. So why can’t we choose a few of our brothers against others? Why should something like political boundaries come in between something as infinite as love?
I like Australia, New Zealand and England cricket team because they are good teams. Because the players are interesting. Because I am mesmerized by their personalities. Nothing to do with their skin colour or looks!
There is one particular girl in my sister’s class who constantly mocks my sister as ‘Traitor’. One day, it’s okay. But day after day, it does not remain friendly any more. Unfortunately and coincidently, that girl’s elder sister studies in my class. Just a few days ago she was indirectly trying to imply that ‘It’s our culture to lick other’s boots’.
We two are trying our best not to express our dark feelings on being called a traitor. We are not angry, not in the least, but really hurt. Every day the fogs of pain and discomfort and sadness hover in our hearts. In this dark moments, we are trying to find hope in our fictional friends. They give us strength and hope…
Thank you, everyone, for reading this.
Everyone is different and that’s alright! We can have different views and choices.
I wanted to scream out to the world about my feelings and that’s what I am doing right now. Perhaps this is my longest post so far and I am truly thanking everyone who has given their time to listen to this emotional outburst.
Den of Dreams 