On Friday the 13th of November 2015, terrorist attacks happened all over Paris. I felt like I had to address this.

I can't sleep. It's hard to breathe. It's impossible to understand.

Which feeling do I hate the most? Powerlessness, rage, pain, grief, disappointment ... I can't choose.

This is not okay and should never be okay. The simple concept of taking a life is beyond me which makes what has happened all the more difficult to grasp. Coming to terms with the fact that we, as people, are able to get to this level of hatred is beyond me.

Terrorism is not a matter of religion, it is a matter of education. Terrorism is about preying on the weak, destroying knowledge and imposing violent, incoherent and damaging views on entire peoples no matter the cost.

Every time such a tragedy happens, it feels like time stops. All my problems become trivial as I slowly become ashamed of what I am doing at that very moment. I can write about it, I can talk about it but concretely I am not doing anything to stop it and I loathe that. Tonight was a wake-up call. I have always known that such acts of terror were taking place all over the world. I would watch a documentary about it, shed a tear, feel distressed and somehow manage to move on with my day. Every single day, someone somewhere dies in the most cruel, unjust and inhumane manner we could think of yet we don't do anything about it.

The fact that the events did not just hit close to home but actually did hit home made me realise how we focus on the countries which have power. My heart is heavy from the horrors of the attacks that went on tonight in Paris however my whole body is aching thinking about how infinitely bigger the pain of the families and friends of the victims which have fallen to the hands of terrorists all around the globe is.

What makes matters even worse is that we are judging the people desperately trying to escape a situation where they would be controlled, brainwashed and killed. We are afraid of them when they are fearing for their very own lives. Refugees are called refugees for a reason, it is that they have nothing left. No home, no future, no resources. Lost in a hostile world they are searching for a safe place to live. I believe that having that- a place to stay where your life isn't threatened- is a basic human right. Why are we building up walls of fear, ignorance and amalgams when the terrorist attacks like the one which happened in Paris puts everyone in the same boat? Something else also bothers me, it is the need we have to politicise everything. Human rights shouldn't differ depending on who is head of a State, no matter which. Human rights do not belong to a political party, they belong to everyone.

It is the same fight we were all thrown into, the fight against individuals with no morals, no basic understanding of human rights and nothing good to give, the fight against terrorists.

In my profound state of grief, I want to send a message. One of love, one of unity and one of hope. Because yes, I dare to hope.