One is dying another is also dying ..

One person is dying just to live.
Another is dying simply to die, without even a breath left in their lungs.

Some live in intoxication because they think it will open their minds, but outside their illusions, real people are struggling just to stay alive.

I do not have time to answer you. My people are dying for life itself. A small child looks up and asks the simplest question: *“Can you stop the war?”* No one seems able to answer.

My husband once promised me a life. Today I only pray that he is somewhere safe, somewhere untouched by this madness.

I watch people searching for breath, as if air itself has become a luxury. Some try to prove strength in strange ways, holding themselves rigid, pretending they do not need anyone. But pain still knocks like someone slamming on a locked door.

Others still chase pieces of flesh, temporary desires. But what I want to offer is something that does not burn away�"peace of mind, a fire that cannot be destroyed.

What kind of world is this? A man wearing a mask of dignity while hiding behind emptiness. A pointless life wastes itself, but a child’s life�"every child’s life�"is the reason I am still speaking.

For years you have caused suffering, hurting my Amma, hurting lives around you. And now you dream of escape, of running away to another land as if the past will not follow.

A mother is meant to build her daughter’s life. Yet some destroy what they should protect, leaving behind broken generations and unborn futures.

I warned my husband: *be a man of truth.* Protect what matters. Do not hide behind excuses or silence.

And still, somewhere far away, my Justin Bieber remains safe�"distant from this storm, distant from this grief.

I write these words not from anger alone, but from a place where pain, memory, and hope collide.

�" **Jessy Jacob ❤️**