The Cry of the Water
Jana Felice P. Gonzalez



I’ve always feared Pakistan. When I hear the word “Pakistan”, I always associate it with chaos, war, terrorism, death and fear. Just thinking about it makes me tremble. Imagine, being awoken by the sound of explosions, will you not be afraid? Pakistanis especially those in the North, have encountered all these from Taliban-and al-Qaeda violence.

Now it worsened. Here comes a destructive flood that affected more than 12 million people across the country. Heavy monsoon rains caused such phenomenon. And this flood claimed the lives of more than 1,500 people. The flood damaged many houses and possessions of the villagers in Peshawar, Mehmud Kot and Nowshera. It’s no longer waking up with explosions outside. It’s discovering you have nothing left. Well, that is if you survive. At least explosives are created by people who want chaos and these people can be negotiable, but not calamities. Nature can never be controlled.


It’s very hurtful to see how the Pakistanis would effort in searching what’s left of them. They would already be fortunate if they could recover their goats, shoes and sewing machines. Furthermore, the flood ravaged the residents’ sources of income. It has ruined the country’s farming heartland. You could imagine how much loss it is for Pakistan.

Problems continue during the evacuation. One of these is convincing the villagers to leave their homes. These homes are theirs, no matter how ruined these are, so they find it so hard to let go. Another dilemma is the risk of public health disaster that triggered the citizens’ anger to the government. They felt abandoned by them. I know many would want to help evacuate them, but how can we, knowing that even helicopters bringing emergency supplies cannot do so because of the stormy weather. The flood they have encountered is probably the most terrible. I realized it’s no longer fear that I felt for Pakistan. It’s compassion.






















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In my view, it is never shocking to hear news on floods. Floods are common. But I can never explain why every time a flood happens, I always feel pity. I may barely know the place where the flood happened, but that reaction is always constant. I could not bear to see people crying for help and wanting their lives to be saved. And what hurts the most is when the people who are saved would look for their loved ones, but they can’t find them. Floods may be usual, but their effects are always hurtful.




I guess it is nature’s way of telling us that the world has changed. It has become more unpredictable and uncontrollable. Therefore, let us take care of the environment. Let’s be involved! We never really know what lies ahead for Earth and for us! Now that we can still act, we should!



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