united as minority.

I wonder if the day soon comes will be the day when us, a certain couple of minority groups will move as badges of flocks seeking asylum in all different nations, desperately. 

This will always be our first home. We might not be strong or influential enough to defend a hero today. We might very well soon be driven out of this land. But let us not crumble. Let us grow wise and brave. Not to fight back, but to love. To extend peace in the midst of chaotic rebukes thrown at us. This is the only way.

If we will have to go, we shall go gracefully in style; not because we're afraid or are just a bunch of cowards. But life is larger than this. Who knows, this might just be the beginning of something. Instead of being condemned, this is the pull before being propelled. 

Perhaps too, and this is in my wildest imagination: we will encounter a vast green pasture full of renewed hope, refreshed joy, and ever elevated energy to build together our new home that knows no inequality nor division. We play and run around again like children, we stare again at the sky because we can actually see the stars, we stand again ever stronger in the world led by a hero once interrupted. Impossible means nothing at all.

If we fall, we will again rise, just ever higher. If we're thrown into darkness, we will again shine, just ever brighter. So that all will know it is pointless to fight us. We don't scatter, we unite. 

I belong to both of the certain couple minority groups. Yet for now, let us forgive them for they know not what they do.

(Written on the event of Ahok on May 9th, 2017: Read here.)