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“Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children” Said once Khalil Gibran, a valuable quote that holds the priceless worth of childhood, acknowledging that... “In every child who comes into the world, the hopes and dreams of the human race are born anew.” (1) When these hopes and dreams are being killed while still in their crib, punched in the chest with a careless trigger, burned with an apathetic bomb and covered in wounds and blood, that shed from a little child’s body to cover the soul of the entire humanity with shame and disgrace, then something must be wrong, and something must be done! “As members of the human family, each of us is responsible. All of us are accountable.” (2) A closer look at the nature of wars and armed conflicts would clearly show us that the true victims are the children, those who hold the greatest potential, yet who are also the most vulnerable part of societies. They are forced to live in fear, give up their education, and if they were lucky enough and didn’t lose their lives, they must’ve lost a member of their family or friends, and amongst all, they must’ve lost their innocence. Wars simply wound their bodies, destroy their spirits, and leave them with long-lasting effects. An awake human heart would sear on the crimes committed in wars towards these little humans, and an awake human conscious would automatically wonder: what future awaits a nation when its true wealth, its generations, one after the other, are being denied? |
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The current, most bitter example, and the closest to my heart and soul are the children of Palestine. Through out the past half a century, many generations of the Palestinian people lived and are still living in the nightmares of war and total destruction. Having to carry on with your life, precluded from the most basic human rights, is certainly a tragedy that no words can depict, no reports can carry and no one, other than those who are burnt with the flames of war themselves, can feel its true bitterness, which doesn’t differentiate between old or young, man or woman. In every street and neighborhood, each and every family and individual carry some kind of wounds, which the occupation carved in every aspect of the their lives, especially in those of children’s.
The endeavor to cover all this pain in one website is such a difficult one, knowing that in this very moment I’m trying to capture an image of this tragedy, more and more tragedies are being generated, and more blood is being shed. |
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Through this faint gleam of ~hope, come with me.. see through eyes of your heart.. think with the mind of your conscious.. let these little ones speak their sorrow, let them reveal the truth.. ~ Sigh
(1) & (2) Quotes from the Rallying Call of the GMFC (Global Movement For Children) Organization
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