Prof. Dr. Kemal Arıkan
Psikiyatrist

The The Power of Humanity, The Rhythm of Music, and an Arab Kid in this Massive World

Recently, I’ve been listening to dance music that is a mix of Arabic, Turkish and Spanish. More precisely, I cannot get enough of them. What a wiggly rhythm, such a warm note, what a great culture, dear God, what a beauty is this, what an amazing sound…

However, tears flow under deep thoughts. I think about Arab children. They are in the Arab lands. Time relentlessly flies by. Music goes on and on. Feelings are getting complex.

“Damn it!” I say, I feel grieved as I keep thinking about the babies, who lost their parents and everyone they knew, with their rag dolls in hand, with their ripped clothes, with a face covered with blood, with a greasy and messy hair… Liking the same music makes me feel like I’m a relative of theirs.  The flames of the fire in my heart goes beyond Mount Hira…

“Why?” I ask, “Why?”. “Why do these massacres happen in this mortal world?” I’m walking around the labyrinths of political science or economics. I lose my way. I’m getting lost, cursing. In the meantime, I’m burning even more as the timbre of the music scorches my soul… I’m begging to understand…

Psychology. This is where everything is hidden… I know it, I feel it. Those monsters, who are ambitious, weak, characterless, who are the lowest of the low, more relentless even than the wildest animals, psychopaths who have already gone beyond the borders of an unnamed narcissism…They are the ones who find a reason for everything they do… They say state, they state nation, they say “Life is a war”, they say “We cannot get over what we suffered from in the past, and we don’t want to go through that again”, they say “Soil”, they say “Water”, they say “Oil”, they say “Money”… They assume this attitude as if the earth, money and everything were created for them, as if we didn’t need any air, water, or toys…

So, we, you, children, dreams, youngsters, rag dolls, hopes… Many other beauties. For them, we are nothing but unnecessary garbage.

As one thinks, he realizes that our willpower is being targeted. Evil projects are being led until the masses are offered a couple of options, which are worse than one another. Initially, ordinary and humane weaknesses are spotted. Religion, sect, language, race, gender, they pour in whatever there is… They are being analyzed down to the smallest details, with a scientific approach that is extraordinarily close to the reality, and through extremely sensitive methods… What if I told you that they do this in a world where Arabs, Turks, Spaniards and the children of all other nations are being used, don’t know what they are doing to their brothers and sisters, and consider these events as a matter of superiority, a product of rating, a glorious soul and mind, and a matter of pure personal satisfaction.

They don’t belong to any nation-race, they are furious monsters. Love for humans? Don’t make me laugh! What do they know about anyone else’s feelings?… They just shed fake tears when they are stalemated… That’s all…

Music reaches a point where it becomes monotonous. This is how the most unpleasant moments are felt.

Even though we don’t fully understand this wild world, it is necessary to change the channel when it becomes monotonous. German, Chinese, there are many other types of music… I wish we could wake up the power of our feelings, our minds, our good aspects… Is there not!… As the devil thinks, we will leave in sweeping floods…

I believe, one must start by understanding that each and every one of us is a part of a stalemate.

That’s to say, everything and everyone they show us as an enemy are actually instruments that side with us… In a sense, we are all a part of a horrific totality, in which we fight each other… We become unable to see each other. We lose our human feelings by the most vulgar degradations, which even we are surprised at later on.

As a result, we need to wake up…

I wish all the functionalities we are in, such as scientific, artistic, political, economic, professional ones, help us wake up…

I wish our world can keep pace with that gorgeous musicality in an order that is fit for its own global rhythm.

I’m sure it will… I wish it happens as soon as possible… I’m praying, I’m begging…

İnsanlığın Gücü, Müziğin Ritmi ve Bu Koca Dünyada Bir Arap Çocuk

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