The Association of Small Bombs: It is so good, I am pissed!

As soon as I finished reading the latest book I have just read, I texted my nephew this:

translation: I am appalled, I am annoyed, I am pissed with you! The book I borrowed from you is so good! Damn it! Hahaha!

translation:
I am appalled, I am annoyed, I am pissed with you! The book I borrowed from you is so good! Damn it! Hahaha!

powerful!

powerful!

It is because Luis, my nephew, was the one responsible why I got hold of a copy of The Association of Small Bombs written by Karan Mahajan.  Last Friday night, while we were at Nengkoy’s house, Luis bragged and showed me this book along with another novel whom he is excited to read.  He boasted that The Association of Small Bombs has been named Best Book of 2016 by Esquire, Time and Vulture.com.

Exploiting my being an elder to my nephew, I pestered Luis that I should instead be the first one to read it.  I eventually brought the book with me in my house and Luis, helpless and all, settled on reading the other novel.

And just this afternoon, like a time bomb, I could not hold on to my grief and wretchedness after reading this powerful novel.  I have to have an outlet and that is decanting these emotions through a text message.  I texted and blamed Luis on why I was feeling what I was feeling.  Hahaha!

me and my monster nephew, luis

me and one of my monster nephews, luis

This is the first book that I read this year and this book was so effective in zoning me out to a different level of sadness.  It is one of the most compelling books that I have read.  It is so captivating I finished the book in one and a half days.

The Association of Small Bombs will bring you to the dynamic insight on the effects of terrorism as well as to the unimaginable high emotions of being a victim of bombings and radicalism.  This book will make you discern that no one wins in terrorism.  And may you be the perpetrator or the target of a bombing plot, everybody ends up being a victim.

But seriously, I am so thankful to my nephew Luis for bringing into my life’s sphere this brilliant novel.  I will indeed return it to him so that he be able to understand the encompassing tragedy brought about by terrorism, extremism, radicalism or whatever synonymous word that people may associate terrifying bombings with.

Super galinng! Masoli na nga ang librong yan!

The Powerful Words of Antoine Leiris

If usage of high tech armaments could not be the approach for terrorists to be hurt the most.  It would be the powerful words like that of Antoine Leiris that could totally destroy a terrorist’s being.

Antoine Leiris is a loving husband whose wife was killed by yet to be known terrorists last November 13, 2015 in the Bataclan massacre in Paris, France.

This message by Mr. Leiris can be one of the biggest insults a terrorists could ever receive!  Leiris’ mighty words were more than a slap on a terrorists’ face, a bullet shot in a terrorist’s heart, a kick on a terrorist’s butt and a bomb explosion unto a terrorist’s brain.

as captured from leiris' facebook page

as captured from leiris’ facebook page

antoine leiris

antoine leiris

Here’s the complete text of Leiris’ writing as translated in English:

You will not have my hatred.

On Friday night you stole away a life of an exceptional being, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you will not have my hatred.  I do not know who you are and I don’t want to know.  You are dead souls.

If the God for whom you kill so blindly made us in His image, each bullet in my wife’s body would have been a wound in His heart.

Therefore I will not give you the gift of hating you.  You have obviously sought it. But to reply to hatred with anger would be like giving in to the same ignorance that has made you what you are.  You want me to be afraid, to cast a mistrustful eye on my fellow citizens, to sacrifice my liberty for security.  Lost. Same player, same game.

I saw her this morning.  Finally, after nights and days of waiting.  She was just as beautiful as she was when she left on Friday evening, as beautiful as when I fell madly in love with her more than 12 years ago.

Of course I’m devastated with grief, I will give you that tiny victory, but this will be a short-term grief.  I know that she will join us every day and that we will find each other again in a paradise of free souls which you will never have access to.

We are only two, my son and I, but we are more powerful than all the armies of the world.  In any case, I have no more time to waste on you.  I need to get back to Melvil who is waking up from his afternoon nap.  He’s just 17 months old; he’ll eat his snack like every day, and then we’re going to play like we do every day; and every day of his life this little boy will insult you with his happiness and freedom.  Because you won’t have his hatred either. — Antoine Leiris

‘Yan ang totoong Taray!  May laman!!!