If kids are not waking this world up, I don’t know what will
This post has been in my mind since the image of Omran Daqneesh was published online. I broke into tears immediately and as I read the article by The New York Times and saw the video I couldn’t stop crying.
This is not a post about me, but explaining what I felt serves for the purpose of showing the impact of these kind of images.
Of course we can argue that even though there are many devastating images and reports about what happens in the world daily, the media pays more attention to “useless” stories. And that’s in part right, but we are also guilty of this because we love to consume those meaningless stories just for fun (hey, they can make us laugh many times and laughing is also needed) instead of looking, caring and taking action towards those that matter more.
What happens in war and what is happening in Syria should break everyone’s hearts, whether you like or not being around kids. And even if it doesn’t break your heart, it has to make you feel something and let you realize that this is not what we are supposed to be looking at, but more importantly that this is not the life that a kid deserves.
War has taken too many lives in this world’s history, and yet we keep living in such situations for the most part. War isn’t just what happens around weapons and guns or bombs, but what we say to someone without measuring our words. Yes, I get in the moment of heat we can say many things we don’t mean, but we can learn to control ourselves and at the very least learn to say “I am sorry” to those we hurt.
I wish I could say I am sorry to Omran and to the millions of kids that have been victims of how adults corrupt this world day by day.
Kids are the future of this world, and this might be a cliché phrase but it is true so who cares how many times it has been said. Seeing these kind of images hurts my heart to levels that I can’t even express, because besides knowing that they are suffering from such early age and that who knows what the future holds for them, they are not supposed to grow living in a hell like that. They are supposed to have fun and learn through falling in the dust and getting a little scar. They are supposed to have parents or at least a system that pays attention to them and that gives them the love they deserve. They are supposed to teach us how to live better, have fun and love without restrictions. They are supposed to be kids, and not victims full of blood and traumas caused by war.
I hope whoever reads this post, or just sees the images that are way more powerful than my words, feels something and the next time that sees a kid realizes their value and our responsibility with them. If you have a kid in your family, give him or her a hug, let them know how much you love them and do your best with them, even if only though words.
