Life is all good. I had a good evening spent with my friends, got back, updated my Instagram, scrolled the newsfeed, PSL is happening, a Bollywood diva deceased, and yes, I scrolled something happened in Eastern Ghouta by Syrian government. Everything seems completely fine as a part of everyday routine, isn’t it? Was scrolling down further the newsfeed and saw this tweet followed by a social media famous child star enacting her humorous act and for a second I was shocked, something caught me in between I was enjoying that act. I scrolled back up saw that tweet again and I was tremor by mind what caught me was something I can’t state in words but like a guilt, that guilt was not felt as Muslim but as a human. And my mind started interweaving the differences among the two girls I just saw, two little girls(almost the same age), two living beings, two different circumstances, two different meanings of life. Just for instance I thought, once they had a nationality and used to be named...