There he lay ,seated in the ambulance, facing the cameras, just feeling his wounds………..no crying , no screaming , no wailing. 

Baby hands feeling blood, a pure heart learning to hate, a new mind creating a world of fear…..a childhood lost as soon as it began.

A matured child or an innocent adult, it would be difficult to say. 

Who has taken away the childhood? ….the regime, the times, the world…..or the human race?

Should I be concerned? …..not my child,not my country, not my problem.

But then the realisation sets in …..one world one human race. ………Omran could be my child tomorrow, my country could be Syria someday.

The pain would be same, the grief would be the same, the loss of a childhood would mean the same pain as to him. 

A sense of hopelessness, a growing anguish and frustration ………….and a silent prayer ….may every heart loan the pain of the other …..and pay it back with love. May the pain and cries of the hopeless not be in vain.

A childhood lost …….a dying humanity……open eyes…..but a sleeping conscience.

Advertisements