RELIGION DOES NOT TEACH YOU TO BE HUMANE
It is the dying animal, lying on a 5-year-old girl’s lap, who has just been hit by a speeding car, in broad daylight, catching its last breath while its mother licks the pain away.
It is the unforgiving and illiterate man on the street who hit the animal with a cricket bat on the head, smashing its brain into pieces, making one eye completely blind, forcing the animal to bleed to death from its nose, unable to walk or stand straight.
It is the ruthless neighbors who beat their pet every night in the dark to get rid of their frustration.
Experiencing such moments and a thousand more made me humane. Not my religion.