Rebecca Löwengrip

Anger, I feel angry. Extreme, utter anger. Some people are so selfish. I’ve experienced people in my life committing suicide, and I thought they were selfish for not thinking about the loved ones they left behind to suffer. Back then I was angry because I felt left behind, alone, hurt, helpless and scared. I’ve let go of that anger. There’s no use in it. I’ve accepted what happened and moved on, I still miss them, but in a different way. A sad way, not an angry one.

What I am angry with now, is the complete and enormous idiot who blew himself to pieces in the middle of Stockholm this Saturday. The nerve of him. To commit suicide just in the purpose of hurting others, to send a warning to others, to do “the right thing”. How is it the right thing to hurt innocent by-passers? Have they done you any harm at all? Are these people the ones who drew those pictures of the prophet Muhammad? How do you know they weren’t opposed to that, humiliating others in the face of religion? How would you know?!

Two of my friends were there. Two very close friends of mine. And I’m shocked and hurt that they had to go through this. If all of the bombs had gone off like they should’ve, my friends wouldn’t be here today. And as it happens, both of my friends have their roots in the middle-east, and so have I. And, of course the don't support the person who drew those pictures, why would they approve of humiliating a religion.

This will hurt a lot of people! The ones who were there, the person you actually killed, all of their friends and family, people who were in the blocks around who heard everything, people who won’t be able to go in to the city anymore because of fear… I know this was the purpose, but how on earth can it be “the right thing to do”?! I will never understand it, and never forgive people who hurt others on purpose like that.

And with all of these feelings I carry around, who wasn’t even there, I don’t see why people still go around with their petty problems. Bickering amongst ourselves and thinking about material things, be grateful to be alive instead, or be grateful that someone you loved didn’t happen to pass by at the wrong moment. This happens all over the world on a daily bases. Welcome to the world. We’re about half a decade behind. This is real life danger. And somehow we were lucky, lucky that it did not go as planned. That the explosion wasn’t as vast as it could have been.

Start to think about life a bit differently, I’ve been doing that for a while now. People pity me because of persons I’ve lost in my life. I am not. Of course I miss them every single day. But I am grateful for the wonderful people I have in my life and I thank God for them every day.