The cloud looked like a super ball of shiny orange, with clouds drawn neatly. A woman called out to her kids, she was sweating, and her hands were cold and scraped, she hurried towards her kids and engulfed them in a protective embrace.
Out of nowhere, a deafening sound filled that area with fiery smoke and a hazy view.
There was nothing left to be called, a home, or the warmth of people, which was present a few seconds ago, it was as if by a dirty magic trick, all turned to dust.
No this isn't a story, it's the life Palestinians are living every second, not knowing the moment their breaths will be snatched away like a sudden robbery on the atrocious streets.
I am alarmed to think of a world that exists, where children instead of going to school are going to the morgue.
Where we have sold empathy for some finger lickin good.
Where a population of billions couldn't convince an inhuman government to stop bombing innocent people.
I am sorry, we failed you, O Children Of Gaza.
I am sorry, we failed you, O Children Of the world!
I am sorry for a new Massacre- "THE FLOUR Massacre" , is all the nasty war mongers could offer!
How I wish your bags had books, and your faces had sparkles!It's most disheartening to be witness to a massacre, that targets innocent kids, the bright future of tomorrow, who wouldn't see what tomorrow had for them.
I don't know about you, but this scares me.
I feel like a child under the rubble. Perhaps we throw big words like compassion, inclusion, human rights, empathy like a fisherman throws a net to catch fish, or perhaps it's as utterly useless as the pebbles thrown in the scanty river.
Never again the world will be the same
,never again.