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Saving Darfur Now
I cannot tell whether I’m a humanitarian or an artist. Even though at times it seems one cannot exist without the other. I tend to feel shallow about decisions I make and whether I’m thinking with my mind or my heart. I’m not sure which one is right, but what I do know is that something inside of me is scratching away, not like a desire, rather a need. For my twenty-first birthday I threw an elaborate party (stimulating my future in event planning). But for some reason, I guess it was all that scratching again, I felt guilty about spending time, money, and energy on one night honoring me. So I did the only thing I could do, fed the little creatures living beneath my skin. I asked all of my guests to donate however much pocket change they had to the Save Darfur Coalition. Today I donated five hundred dollars on behalf of my guests and I. It may not seem like much, but the creatures and I feel a little bit closer to change.
Estimations include over 400,000 citizens dead, 4,000,000 displaced from their homes, and 4,000 villages burned. As an Armenian, I grew up learning about the 1915 genocide and how recognition is all we long for right now. Not that I disagree one bit, but I feel spending more energy trying to stop a genocide taking place in the twenty first century became more fulfilling to me. Men, women, and children yesterday, today, and tomorrow are being raped, tortured, murdered, and forced into exile. People living on the same planet, only a few thousand miles away are hungry, homeless, and absent from intimacy. To learn more and take action against the genocide, visit www.SAVEDARFUR.org. Or watch the critically acclaimed documentary by Theodore Braun entitled ‘Save Darfur Now.'
I cannot tell whether I’m a humanitarian or an artist. Even though at times it seems one cannot exist without the other. I tend to feel shallow about decisions I make and whether I’m thinking with my mind or my heart. I’m not sure which one is right, but what I do know is that something inside of me is scratching away, not like a desire, rather a need. For my twenty-first birthday I threw an elaborate party (stimulating my future in event planning). But for some reason, I guess it was all that scratching again, I felt guilty about spending time, money, and energy on one night honoring me. So I did the only thing I could do, fed the little creatures living beneath my skin. I asked all of my guests to donate however much pocket change they had to the Save Darfur Coalition. Today I donated five hundred dollars on behalf of my guests and I. It may not seem like much, but the creatures and I feel a little bit closer to change. 
Estimations include over 400,000 citizens dead, 4,000,000 displaced from their homes, and 4,000 villages burned. As an Armenian, I grew up learning about the 1915 genocide and how recognition is all we long for right now. Not that I disagree one bit, but I feel spending more energy trying to stop a genocide taking place in the twenty first century became more fulfilling to me. Men, women, and children yesterday, today, and tomorrow are being raped, tortured, murdered, and forced into exile. People living on the same planet, only a few thousand miles away are hungry, homeless, and absent from intimacy. To learn more and take action against the genocide, visit www.SAVEDARFUR.org. Or watch the critically acclaimed documentary by Theodore Braun entitled ‘Save Darfur Now.'
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