Compassion, where art thou?

All heartbroken, confused and disappointed, a huge chunk of my heart went out the window back in 2006.

A large part of me died, and sadly, it still hasn't come back to life 3 years later. I tried to resurrect it, but all my efforts have been futile.

I am talking about compassion, for mankind and other living things. I am talking about this because after 3 Ramadhans and eid, I haven't been anything but selfish and downright mean.

I remembered being ever so compassionate, I had this extreme surge of love for whatever that is living - whatever God has created. I would get teary eyed looking at beggars, fishing out my last dollar for the extreme one I see that day. My heart would thump heavily when I see trees and plants being cut down to make way for concrete. I would cry if I can't find any ways to feed a sickly, skinny stray cat or dog immediately, I would wanna stay with them to give them warmth, to make sure that they stay there while I call someone else to get some pet food. I'd bawl if I see a dead animal, with its innards pouring out, on the road.

Til now, I couldn't care less. When I observe the things above happening around me, I don't feel anything at all. I don't feel the need to rescue or to help.

I am, however, saddened with the fact that my compassion is gone.

C, please come back.