Arrested Movement (Human Cargo Movie)

I remember about 3 weeks ago, we saw a movie in class that I found was very interesting due to the fact that I can’t stop think about it. My description of the movie reveals a sense of fear that encounters the actors to show the corruption and disaster that is involved in the land that some people call their home. I think the movie was about 5 different nations and how they dealt with life on a daily basic but although there were 5 different stories, one of the stories really got to me.

The story was about how people struggled for protection in Kwanda. This part gave me a sense of interest that captured my attention. I couldn’t believe that people, especially young children are forced to join a society that is not safe, and which torcher innocent people. It’s sad to know that these camps and societies used to be acknowledging within the world. I don’t understand why these situations were allowed back in the centuries, I don’t understand why people had to face the fact of fear in their hearts, and also that fact of fight for protection.

Reflection of Death Poem

By: Jumah Al Dossari

Take my blood.
Take my death shroud and
The remnants of my body.

Take photographs of my corpse at the grave, lonely.

Send them to the world,

To the judges and

To the people of conscience,

Send them to the principled men and the fair-minded.

And let them bear the guilty burden before the world,

Of this innocent soul.

Let them bear the burden before their children and before history,

Of this wasted, sinless soul,

Of this soul which has suffered at the hands of the “protectors of peace.”

As I read this poem I could feel the pain and suffering that this person faced. It revealed a lot of emotions that can encounter hardship and struggles to have the rights that a human being should have. It can also reveal the trials of war within a nation and the force movement, migration and separation between individuals.

With this poem in my mind, I was doing some research about the Tamil Migrates and I found a clip that I found relates to this poem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1UnhPq8Pio

It’s called Ethnic War between Tamil and Sinhalese. As I watch this clip, I could relate to death. The part what captured my eyes was when there were white strings hanging and the narrator said “In Sri Lanka, white strings is the color of death”.  This was very odd to me because from what I know white means peace, but I guess I was wrong.

Arrested Movement

The struggles of being afraid to leave your country of origin, the pressure of fear or the harassment of someone forcing you to leave the country that you know and grew up in is all sources of how the life would be for a person who can be faced with these situations throughout life. It’s not an easy decision to just pick up everything you have and move to another country that you don’t know anything about, but sometimes theirs options and decisions that must be made in order to survive or protect yourself and your family.

In these situations, most people are forced to leave their country and if they refuse, it can be a dangerous world for that person and his family.

 

This reminds me of a time when a ship of Tamil migrants arrived in British Columbia. They were travelling on that ship because they were forced to leave their country. This was a situation where people didn’t have any choice because in Sri Lanka there was a massive war within their nation, which involved the Tamil Tigers at war. These Tamil migrants struggled for 90 days on a ship to arrive in the country of Canada so that they can feel safe and protected from dangerous. Sometimes people need to take a stand and fight for the safety of them although it means leaving the place that was your home.

Even though the Tamils are refugees in Canada, at least they are in a peaceful and danger free zone from wars and fears within their hearts. But these stories are not the end of forced movements and situations within the world as we know it.