colours

Black, white, red, brown. We see these beautiful colors every day, in nature and in each other’s bodies. Black covers the sky at night and invites us to be the audience of the show called shining stars and the shining moon. Red symbolizes love. Our heart is red. Red blood runs through our vessels. Red makes our lives lovable. The color of our soil is brown. It completes the set of colors in our nature. These beautiful colors make our planet more vivid and scenic. My hair is black, my blood is red, the balls of my eyes are white, and my pupils are brown. I’m from Planet Earth. Obama’s hair is black, his skin is dark, his blood is red. He is from Planet Earth. Magdalena Schneeweiß is white-skinned. Her blood is red. Her hair is a mixture of brown and blond. She is from Planet Earth. We are all on the list of our creator not as white, black, and brown people from Asia, Africa, Europe, and the United States of America but as human beings from Planet Earth. God has brought us as human beings into this world to live with love and to help each other in difficult times. He has sent us as members of one family. None of us has a sign on his forehead that determines his religion. It is a simple theory. We have one creator. Earth is our home. And we are brothers and sisters. It does not matter if we call our creator by different names. Aren’t all these names – Allah, God, Gott, and Khuda – all referred to one creator? Don’t we talk to the same creator in the church as well as in the mosque? Our ways are different, but our goal is the same, and it is humanity, peace, love, and acceptance. We all hope that one day the world comes together as one. We hope that one day Muslims give Christians a helping hand, call them their brothers, embrace them, and vice versa. Today, we hope that God ends this misery – war – that has ensued from racism and separation. Today, we hope that people, who are fighting in the name of religion, put down their weapons. We hope that our kids do not become orphans anymore. We hope that our mothers do not become widows anymore. We hope that one day we hear the sound of church bells in Saudi Arabia and the sound of Azan in America. We hope to see followers of all religions gathering in one place and praying for their creator standing next to each other. In the end, I would like to say, let’s sing the song of love and affection in the streets of our hearts and expel racism and hatred from the paradise of our souls. Let’s make humanity our priority. We find the Lord in the church and in the mosque of our hearts, so it does not matter where we pray. God is always with the pure-hearted.