During the 27-years of my existence, one thing I am happy to have learned is to seek and hold truth and facts in highest regard. This is something one may find very difficult because truth often questions one’s beliefs and faith, it may challenge one’s patriotism, it may hurt one’s pride in one’s origins and it may bring oneself out of the comfortable confines of biases indoctrinated since the brain started working. That’s why I keep praying to God to show me the truth and give me the courage to accept it. Not that I am claiming to have known the truth, far from it. What I have found is that the whole truth is not spoken from either side. It’s been mingled so much with fiction and opinions that it’s hard to identify and differentiate it in its pure form from adulterated versions in most cases. This may sound like a confused response to the realities of life, but it’s more principled in my view than taking shelter in the comfort of a dogma which is established around you. In this way, I have become a disagreeable person among my peers, but I think I have broken some of the shackles around my brain.