YOUNG VOICE
Diary of an unfortunate fetus
I came across a diary of a fetus. Well, not literally written by one. Otherwise, this miniscule creature would be more popular than Albert Einstein. The diary is a manifestation of what a baby would have written if it could. The diary of an aborted fetus.
The first few entries of the diary were touching and uplifting. The fetus described the first gentle touch and how it dreamed of feeling its mother's caress. It even imagined itself being a fully-formed human being that is filled with dreams as well as experiences of life. But its fragile dreams were shattered when the people it hoped to call its family made a very irresponsible decision.
"I could just imagine myself inside a warm womb, the resounding unfamiliar sounds echoing in my delicate ears. If I could just only come out and hear more closely. I could just imagine myself seeing nothing but a dim chamber, if I could just only come out and see what's outside. I could just imagine the silent woman bearing me, I think she is my mother, if I could only come out and meet her," wrote the fetus.
We discussed this during our Sociology class. My professor asked us, considering that we will someday become nurses: Will we assist an abortion process if ever we work abroad where it is rampant?
I was raised in a morally-oriented family and brought up in a Catholic school. It is against my principle to kill.
My professor asked further: What if they offer you a pay that's several times your average salary?
My answer: I'll take my stand. I'll be contented with a mediocre salary than risk my moral principle and integrity. I am not a murderer.
Abortion is a loathsome act. Merciless murder. It is an act that takes advantage of a life's helplessness.
If a friend decides to undergo abortion and you don't stop her, you failed in your moral responsibility.
Young and unmarried pregnant women usually say, "I have to abort this child or else my future is ruined" or "I don't want this child, I did not wish to have one, so I have to abort it". Well, pardon me, you don't have enough grounds to do so, your own rationale doesn't give you the power to control the life of others including the one you're carrying.
I dream to be a nurse. One that has principles and moral values.
I want to have a family; some kids that will call me Nanay ... in the right time. I will save them from a fate those unfortunate young angels went through. I will not abort them. I want my children to feel my warm touch, to see my joyful eyes, to hear my caring voice and to live as I had.
In the tiny hands of a fetus lie the succeeding generations that will continue our legacy and to keep the human race alive.
Let a fetus finish its diary. It has a lot to say.
Stop abortion.