Abeer is the subject of a perpetual identity crisis — perhaps a common feature amongst the Millennials — for he has found himself part of the privileged few, who merely shift from bubble to bubble throughout their lives without facing the full blow of reality, while being outside of the upper class elites. To compensate, he makes a conscientious effort to never forget the privilege that he has been very lucky to have received in his life.
Abeer’s passion is writing, which is oxymoronic since he feels most (not all) writing in today’s day and age is pointless, and makes little to no (positive) impact or contribution to the expansion of the vistas of human knowledge, perception, comprehension, or even literary enjoyment. With restrictive limits of 140 characters on the dissemination of (often uninformed) opinion on the one hand and the opportunity for keyboard warriors to (try and) impose their disjointed, unsolicited and extensive opinions on the other, much of the writing is merely a contribution to the ever-present, universally accessible, garbage that is being consumed all-too-readily by all of us.
Though there is a lot to be desired, Abeer strongly feels that it is up to all of us to individually and collectively take ownership and responsibility and to play our part in making a change or some semblance thereof. As George Orwell stated, immortally, almost eight decades ago,
In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible. Things like the continuance of British rule in India, the Russian purges and deportations, the dropping of atom bombs on Japan, can indeed be defended, but only by arguments which are too brutal for most people to face, and which do not square with the professed aims of political parties. Thus political language has to consist largely of euphemism, question-begging and sheer cloudy vagueness. Defenseless villages are bombarded from the air, the inhabitants driven out into the countryside, the cattle machine-gunned, the huts set on fire with incendiary bullets: this is called pacification. Millions of peasants are robbed of their farms and sent trudging along the roads with no more than they can carry: this is called transfer of population or rectification of frontiers. People are imprisoned for years without trial, or shot in the back of the neck or sent to die of scurvy in Arctic lumber camps: this is called elimination of unreliable elements.
The aim of this website is merely to serve as a platform for this particular Generation-Y member to spread his noise, screams and silence into the virtual world.
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