In World War 1, Germany went through Belgium to attack France. Many people call this incident the rape of Belgium. In World War 2, Germany did exactly the same thing. One could say that it was the second rape of Belgium. Now, there is a third, but it was not Germany. ISIS has claimed responsibility for this “rape” and nearly took the lives of several friends of mine.
First it was Paris, now it is Belgium. The first time around, I was concerned about my family and friends in Paris. Now, it is my father’s friend and family who have escaped death along with some of my mom’s french speaking friends.
Living in the middle of nowhere, I find that not many people at school are too concerned about such events. I believe this is so because they are isolated and they feel as if it doesn’t affect their everyday lives. This might not be true for everyone; I’m sure some people care and have family over there, but most probably don’t read the news and don’t know that it happened or bother to care that it happened. Luckily, I do read the news and I care. It has affected me; the bombing has had quite an effect on me.
My father’s, Dr. Antoine, lives in Brussels, the capital of Belgium for those who don’t know. One of the places that was bombed was a subway train that Dr. Antoine’s son takes everyday. Luckily, he had to go to a different part of the city for training and was not on the train. Dr. Antoine’s wife also takes the train that was bombed but she too avoided death. She was a little late Monday morning and was planning on taking a train some time after the bomb went off. This is one way that ISIS is affecting me. They are killing people in crowded areas, nearly killing people whom my parent’s are friends.
That is not the only way ISIS is affecting me. My French mother knows a family where we live right now who also speak French. I believe the man is from Luxemburg and the wife is from Belgium. The couple, traveling to Belgium with their children Monday morning, were in the parking lot of the airport when the bombs went off inside the airport. One of their children, a girl my age (whose name at the moment is irrelevant) choked and gave the family quite a scare. Whether she choked from the dust cloud that formed after the bombs went off or choked out of pure fear, I don’t know. I do know that if they had experienced a little more turbulence on the flight, had been delayed by 10-15 minutes, had been forced to wait at baggage claim a little longer, or had some other reason to be late, my mother’s friends might be dead. Whether it be luck, good fortune, or god’s will (that is up for you to decide), they are alive and well, but scared.
ISIS nearly claimed six lives whom are connected to me through my parents. Now we are forced to wonder who is next. Will it be in Europe, Asia, Africa? Could it be me? Could the next target be your city or suburb? When will this happen next, if there is a next? When will the terror, fear, and death end? These questions often go through my head, but I don’t have an answer. I have made myself a potential target given what I have been writing about and the fact that I am taking action, but will it cost me my life or my family’s lives? I don’t know, but I hope not. (For those of you who read this and go to school with me, this is why I have asked that you do not post a comment with any ties to our city. I do not want to threaten your life nor my own by having this connection exist). ISIS has claimed too many lives and I just hope that none of them will be because of me.
This must end. To all of the people who read this from Belgium or France, je suis avec vous. J’espère que les temps change et que personne que vous connaissez est mort à cause d’ISIS.