Then said the King to the servants , bind him hand and foot and take him away, and cast him into outer darkness, there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth (Mathew 22: 13)
In the congested huts, one cannot have a sound sleep; the elderly people in the adjacent huts grind their teeth louder than the grinding stones that a lady in the other hut uses to grind maize into flour. These are so loud and so long their sinister rhythm wake up the sleeping frightens the unsleeping and reminds the fear of death. There are teeth grinding, uncomfortable snoring to invoke the evil and sinister thought. The teeth grinds digests the revengeful emotions.
Hell is a place of physical agony, mental suffering, loneliness and emotional sorrow. (Jude 6)
Hell is a place of insecurity and fear (Revelation 20:1)
Hell is a place of instability, a lake of fire, where every moment is lived in uncertainty
There is nothing to distract people from their suffering, sorrow, fears, insecurities and instability.
Place of dissatisfaction that gives physical sensation of burning or just an overwhelming yearning for God, for love, for joy, for peace, for life that will never be.
Hell is in the belly of the earth. It is both fiery as said by Christ or Muhamad or cold and gloomy as said by other prophets.
Whether Chinese call it ‘diyu”, Japanese call it “ jigoku’, muslims call it ‘jahannam’, Mayafaiths call it “ metnal’, Buddhist and Hindus call it naraka, christains call it “ gehenna” and who ever used to call with whatever names, these days it is called the “refugee camp”. It is a hell by all the definition of all the religion and beliefs. The citizens of hell or the selected people are confined within the boundary, people cramped in limited space under unventilated plastic huts in the hot summer where the outside temperature crosses 40 degrees everyday. The inside of the huts has the situation of an unventilated green house. There is always an expectation as cool breeze is never comes in. There is no breeze to move the leaves of a few trees around. The old and dying people lie down as if enjoying a sleep, crawling on floor twisting and turning all through the day through week through years to decades. Some lie on floor, some on bamboo beds, on dusty floor. The intense heat bakes the body “sun-roasted human flesh”, drenching the cloths, if any, with fountain of sweat. Streams of sweat flow down the frowned faces. There is no way to challenge the heat, no way to escape from it, any still more it is not that easy to succumb to it. The radiation penetrates the head, belly and the knees. Acute headache, severe stomach aches and unable to stand on weak knees, are the earliest of the symptoms. The disease cumulatively increases. Any attempts to leave the hut, leave the camp is a crime punishable by law of the hell keepers. A few successful to cross the border, at times, go outside, either return by the pull of the beloved’s love, or finding no place to hide and no ways to disguise, their guise are distinct, or are caught and brought back.
The old and dying cannot choose death; they are fed some quality-free food just to extend their suffering for on and on. In the fiery hell, the sufferers grumble a slight protest, but the uncoordinated individual voices are easily stifled by the hell keepers and the fellow inmates chosen to assist the latter maintain the law of hell.
There are sponsors of hell keepers, who must be honored with the title of donor. The donors feed them, in agony and grief they take away as much back as they can. The generous donors distribute the suffer sustaining food to the people in the hell, dwell in the byngye overnight pouring the imported wines into them, penetrate their sinister eyes at the damsels of the hell who are captivated by various laws and wits to work for them in their house chores. There are slaughter houses around the hell where old sick, diseased and paralyzed animals are slaughtered in open and the flies attacked and maggot filled flesh spread over the camp, the hell.
In winter
Early in the morning, the sleep is shattered by the jingling of the old empty jerry-cans and the women and children’s sheer expression of shiver. There are hardly any warm cloths on their back. Besides the hope for the rising sun, there is virtually no hope, no expectation of any second source of heat. They cook food in the “bricate” made from sawdust and dung. Wonder, it burns with little flame lacking je ne sais quoi and a lot of smoke. A few bricates are allotted each meal; failing to cook with it means eat the uncooked or half cooked.
Each denizen struggles to find a path out, a way to religion, a way to worship, a friendly union, family tradition, to peace to friend ship. But more, the family bear the consequences, they are segmented, fragmented based on the artifacts of religion, caste, race, surnames, race names, camps, sectors, huts.
One religion hates or must hate the other, the hatred is expressed through worship, union turns to quarrels between the member friends, the family divides on divided moral cultures. There is conflict within a family, within and between, huts, sectors, camps, races, castes, religions. Yet everything is fine to the hell keepers, or to anybody from outside. The United Nations bring out reports that this is the best managed hell, refugee camp in their term, in the belly of the Earth. What could be the plight of other worse hells? Yet by the duty, demand and situation, hells are necessary. They have the honorary names “refugee camps”. The names are so repeated that the original name “the Hell” is almost forgotten.
But who are the people here and why are they here?
There are people who send them here; there are people who keep them here. Those who send them here call them terrorists; those who keep them here call them refugees, the denizens call themselves freedom fighters. There are freedom fighters among the terrorists and terrorists among the in the freedom fighters. It is not just a man’s freedom fighter is other man’s terrorist, for there are both the groups here. People are killed in the broad day light alike undercover of darkness. Teenagers are shot dead in public, in front of their parents. Old mothers are bashed up, octogenarian fathers are kicked, young children are snatched off their loaf, minors are rapped, and fetuses are aborted. What ever defines a hell, the definition exists here.
In the congested huts, one cannot have a sound sleep; the elderly people in the adjacent huts grind their teeth louder than the grinding stones that a lady in the other hut uses to grind maize into flour. These are so loud and so long their sinister rhythm wake up the sleeping frightens the unsleeping and reminds the fear of death. There are teeth grinding, uncomfortable snoring to invoke the evil and sinister thought. The teeth grinds digests the revengeful emotions.
Hell is a place of physical agony, mental suffering, loneliness and emotional sorrow. (Jude 6)
Hell is a place of insecurity and fear (Revelation 20:1)
Hell is a place of instability, a lake of fire, where every moment is lived in uncertainty
There is nothing to distract people from their suffering, sorrow, fears, insecurities and instability.
Place of dissatisfaction that gives physical sensation of burning or just an overwhelming yearning for God, for love, for joy, for peace, for life that will never be.
Hell is in the belly of the earth. It is both fiery as said by Christ or Muhamad or cold and gloomy as said by other prophets.
Whether Chinese call it ‘diyu”, Japanese call it “ jigoku’, muslims call it ‘jahannam’, Mayafaiths call it “ metnal’, Buddhist and Hindus call it naraka, christains call it “ gehenna” and who ever used to call with whatever names, these days it is called the “refugee camp”. It is a hell by all the definition of all the religion and beliefs. The citizens of hell or the selected people are confined within the boundary, people cramped in limited space under unventilated plastic huts in the hot summer where the outside temperature crosses 40 degrees everyday. The inside of the huts has the situation of an unventilated green house. There is always an expectation as cool breeze is never comes in. There is no breeze to move the leaves of a few trees around. The old and dying people lie down as if enjoying a sleep, crawling on floor twisting and turning all through the day through week through years to decades. Some lie on floor, some on bamboo beds, on dusty floor. The intense heat bakes the body “sun-roasted human flesh”, drenching the cloths, if any, with fountain of sweat. Streams of sweat flow down the frowned faces. There is no way to challenge the heat, no way to escape from it, any still more it is not that easy to succumb to it. The radiation penetrates the head, belly and the knees. Acute headache, severe stomach aches and unable to stand on weak knees, are the earliest of the symptoms. The disease cumulatively increases. Any attempts to leave the hut, leave the camp is a crime punishable by law of the hell keepers. A few successful to cross the border, at times, go outside, either return by the pull of the beloved’s love, or finding no place to hide and no ways to disguise, their guise are distinct, or are caught and brought back.
The old and dying cannot choose death; they are fed some quality-free food just to extend their suffering for on and on. In the fiery hell, the sufferers grumble a slight protest, but the uncoordinated individual voices are easily stifled by the hell keepers and the fellow inmates chosen to assist the latter maintain the law of hell.
There are sponsors of hell keepers, who must be honored with the title of donor. The donors feed them, in agony and grief they take away as much back as they can. The generous donors distribute the suffer sustaining food to the people in the hell, dwell in the byngye overnight pouring the imported wines into them, penetrate their sinister eyes at the damsels of the hell who are captivated by various laws and wits to work for them in their house chores. There are slaughter houses around the hell where old sick, diseased and paralyzed animals are slaughtered in open and the flies attacked and maggot filled flesh spread over the camp, the hell.
In winter
Early in the morning, the sleep is shattered by the jingling of the old empty jerry-cans and the women and children’s sheer expression of shiver. There are hardly any warm cloths on their back. Besides the hope for the rising sun, there is virtually no hope, no expectation of any second source of heat. They cook food in the “bricate” made from sawdust and dung. Wonder, it burns with little flame lacking je ne sais quoi and a lot of smoke. A few bricates are allotted each meal; failing to cook with it means eat the uncooked or half cooked.
Each denizen struggles to find a path out, a way to religion, a way to worship, a friendly union, family tradition, to peace to friend ship. But more, the family bear the consequences, they are segmented, fragmented based on the artifacts of religion, caste, race, surnames, race names, camps, sectors, huts.
One religion hates or must hate the other, the hatred is expressed through worship, union turns to quarrels between the member friends, the family divides on divided moral cultures. There is conflict within a family, within and between, huts, sectors, camps, races, castes, religions. Yet everything is fine to the hell keepers, or to anybody from outside. The United Nations bring out reports that this is the best managed hell, refugee camp in their term, in the belly of the Earth. What could be the plight of other worse hells? Yet by the duty, demand and situation, hells are necessary. They have the honorary names “refugee camps”. The names are so repeated that the original name “the Hell” is almost forgotten.
But who are the people here and why are they here?
There are people who send them here; there are people who keep them here. Those who send them here call them terrorists; those who keep them here call them refugees, the denizens call themselves freedom fighters. There are freedom fighters among the terrorists and terrorists among the in the freedom fighters. It is not just a man’s freedom fighter is other man’s terrorist, for there are both the groups here. People are killed in the broad day light alike undercover of darkness. Teenagers are shot dead in public, in front of their parents. Old mothers are bashed up, octogenarian fathers are kicked, young children are snatched off their loaf, minors are rapped, and fetuses are aborted. What ever defines a hell, the definition exists here.
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