Being a lankan

 With recent developments in this island nation (to those of you unaware) is that recently a group of monks formed an organization calling themselves Bodu Bala Sena (BBS) has recently sprung up and is carrying out anti-muslim propaganda. They are of the wrong view that they are doing good on behalf of the Sinhalese community in Sri Lanka. One of their agendas  included abolition of the haalal certificate. Having achieved this, now they've turned their sights on banning the Muslim women's attire.
What is sad is the fact that this propaganda is being led by monks and what's sadder is the fact that there are people who blindly follow them without using their own common senses.
What's fascinating is that BBS has the audacity to say that they cannot be held responsible for the divide being caused. 
Having finished an ethnic war which lasted for 30 years, we are now marching into another one after which, I'm not sure how much of the Sri Lankan identity will remain intact.
 
Being a Sri Lankan means that I'm a Buddhist,Christian, Hindu and Muslim. 
This is what I have  learned growing up in Sri Lanka, it has taught me that you can live with different people, people who have different beliefs and faiths.
It has taught me to be tolerant of other people's beliefs and to respect it.
It has taught me that having different religions and ethnicity's makes us united. That even if we are different, it's this very difference that makes us stronger.
It reminds us with a gentle nudge,of our humanity, the very essence of being a human.
However, it is sometimes sad to see that more often than not, we lose sight of our humanity, the light which glowed so bright starting to dim and fade.
Now Sri Lanka has come to a cross roads where we as a nation have to decide if we let this continue and keep dividing us, or if we are going to take a stand and say no more.


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