This picture was taken from the aftermath of the massacre at Al-Furqan Mosque in Ai-Payer Village, Chuab Sub-District, Cho-airong District, Narathiwat Province, on 8 June 2009. The cruelty from the violence of the killing was reflected in the picture of a bullet hole in a glass panel of the Mosque. The impressive point of this photograph is the doubtful eyes of a Muslim Malay boy on the massacre in the Mosque that was looking through the cracked glass and the bullet hole. When looking back through the perspective of the viewer, as external observer, we may be able to see the breaks, the pain, and the cracks that are in the heart of this little boy which reflects the community that is being a victim of the violence. This boy might be seeing something that we, as the observers, could not see. It did not appear in the picture, but what is the truth? Who fired all the bullets? From this scene of pain, the boy might have the answer in his heart but he could not say it out loud. The bitter truth is that even today, no one knows the answer, even the state itself.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Tonight my thoughts rests down South.
This picture was taken from the aftermath of the massacre at Al-Furqan Mosque in Ai-Payer Village, Chuab Sub-District, Cho-airong District, Narathiwat Province, on 8 June 2009. The cruelty from the violence of the killing was reflected in the picture of a bullet hole in a glass panel of the Mosque. The impressive point of this photograph is the doubtful eyes of a Muslim Malay boy on the massacre in the Mosque that was looking through the cracked glass and the bullet hole. When looking back through the perspective of the viewer, as external observer, we may be able to see the breaks, the pain, and the cracks that are in the heart of this little boy which reflects the community that is being a victim of the violence. This boy might be seeing something that we, as the observers, could not see. It did not appear in the picture, but what is the truth? Who fired all the bullets? From this scene of pain, the boy might have the answer in his heart but he could not say it out loud. The bitter truth is that even today, no one knows the answer, even the state itself.
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