21 Sept 2013

religion of hate; collectively comprehended.




All Things Not Considered, within its attempt in visualizing the chaotic state of war, prolifically utilised the essence of empathy, sympathy, and saddened aspects of the war massacre. In comprehending the general subject of its subliminal content (in producing preliminary responses) if biographical criticism perspective one could grasp Shihab Nye's background through any source (perhaps the internet), they would effortlessly understand the whole context of the poem.

This article explores the connection between Naomi Shihab Nye's life as a writer who lives in the relative safety of the American Southwest and her emotional and familial connection to Palestine, a land torn by war. For Shihab Nye, the war in Palestine is personal because this is her ancestral homeland.” - Extreme realities: Naomi Shihab Nye's essays and poems. The Free Library online journal.



If one was about to decode the whole poem during the first glance, utilizing a reader response criticism of course, it would take more than just centering the fact that she is a Palestinian-American whose emotional connected to a land torn by war. The opening of the poem rely vastly on the depiction of pathetic outcome of war. Impartially distributing sympathy by dropping both jewish and muslims name providing firm stance which clarify war does not categorised its victim. One could recognised the repetition of the adjective 'holy', which in my perspective a word with strong semantic meaning comprehended in the essence of 'dedicated or consecrated to God or a religious purpose; sacred.'


Ironically put, 'holy' here stands for firm belief in God and something morally good, but with chaotic output of death, hate, terror and ugly. With that being said, within my own perspective, war in the name of religion resulting from false supremacy is a universal subject where the poem attempt to question the act of humans and its interelativity with religion;

No one was right.

Everyone was wrong.

What if they’d get together

and say that?
At a certain point
the flawed narrator wins.

If theres any new religion, I would suggest it would be a religion of hate fueled by universal imbecility.