If you’re an ardent facebook-er, I think you must know that Omran Daqneesh for all practical purposes is alive. Yes, he is alive. His heart still beats, the blood still courses through his veins, his brain is functional. Yes, he is one of the lucky ones who survived the air strike that left no member of his family alive in his hometown of Aleppo.Yes, he is lucky that he shall have someone to tend to him at the hospital to ‘clean him up’. Yes, he is very lucky to have lived. But my question is this, what exactly is the standard of living that we accord upon humans today, let alone children?
If you have seen the poor boy, you would know that he is in utter shock, after being dug out from under the rubble. What devastating catastrophe must be brewing inside him that he could even muster to shed a tear. What conspiracy is he a part of to be able to wage a war against the Bigwigs of the World?
The tragedy is not one child, whose picture was slashed across social media, it is the pitiful conditions of those who die without any medical assistance, because there is none in cities like Aleppo. It is a pitiful conditions for those children, who survive and are forced to migrate to countries like Turkey where they work as laborers in factories to support themselves and their families. It is a tragedy that the kids are stripped off their innocence and childhood at such a tender age. I recall, at the age of 4, the most grotesque instant that I had witnessed was my brother brawling with a chap making lewd remarks. MAX! And THAT has stuck with me. So I left to wonder , the catastrophic affect the war of men has left on these kids.
Are we in want of another Anne Frank? Are we heading towards another World War? Have we learnt nothing at all? But more importantly, are we even humans?
I write this post today, as I feel slightly responsible for murdering Omran Daqneesh’s and several other childrens’ innocence and childhood. What have I done as a citizen of this world to
today? I do, I grudgingly do feel responsible for it. Because I do nothing at all. I lose faith in MY existence as a human. I am enraged by such behavior, I succumb to their behavior, my eyes become violent. YET, I do nothing.
I am like the title goes, a murderer. I scroll the page up and down when I conveniently want to avoid news which doesn’t please my intellect, or lack thereof. I turn a blind eye to Syria each day, and only write about it occasionally when I see something on Facebook. But what have I done, really? What am I doing about it? How am I contributing to healing this world?
I have no more words to share. No more adages to console you and me.
Hopefully, I will. One day. Till then…
raise my voice against atrocities subjected on civilians who in no way are even remotely related or involved in terrorist activities? Kids? Rugrats? That’s who we think are terrorists