This week, I wanted to focus on something that is much bigger than basically everything I deal with on a daily basis. In the past week, and during the Holy Month of Ramadan, ISIL and other "Islamic" terrorist organizations throughout the world have perpetrated acts of violence against innocent civilians. And I have to say, I was a little ashamed of myself. I would go online and read about each new attack that occurred and had basically become desensitized to what had happened. For starters, these attacks were happening on the other side of the world, far away from the comfort I enjoyed in Bloomington. I would read the headlines, maybe a story or two, and would move on with my day without another thought- and thinking back on it I am ashamed of myself. These are insane acts of violence that are done by people that are motivated by hate rather than love. A hate so passionate that they are willing to kill themselves just to make their point. It's disgusting, and I am truly distraught by the suffering these people are causing.
However, one story caught my eye and gave me hope, hope that the love we share for the same family and friends we spend our holidays with will overpower any evildoers. In a story posted by Jennifer Brett of the Atlanta Journal Constitution, link below, I read about a student from Atlanta's Emory University named Faraaz Hossain. Faraaz was given the opportunity to leave and not remain a hostage of the terrorists who took control of a cafe in Dhaka. However, Faraaz did not leave. He decided to stay with his friends that he was with. Once the dust was cleared and authorities were able to clear the scene, Faraaz was found with the other hostages who were killed. I am saddened by the fact that I will never get the opportunity to get to know Faraaz. In the midst of all the chaos, Faraaz showed that even in the darkest of times, love and friendship will last forever. I send my condolences to Faraaz's family, friends, and classmates at Emory. I cannot imagine the sadness you feel right now, and while I know there is nothing that I can say or do that will be able to help alleviate that pain, I want you to know that Faraaz's life was not taken in vain.
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I hope that I can be as good of a friend to mine that Faraaz was to his. Obviously I never hope to be in the middle of a hostage situation, but the idea is that I would do anything to help them in their time of need. To show them that no matter the time, place, or situation that love truly does conquer all. This gets me back to my original point. Hate can only motivate someone so far. And while hate might make gains in the short run, love will always win in the end. RIP Faraaz
Link: http://buzz.blog.ajc.com/2016/07/03/emory-student-killed-in-bangaladesh-could-have-escaped-but-wouldnt-leave-his-friends-behind/
Duncan Hensley
Kelley School of Business
Indiana University '18

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