Aya alanqar

Are you sure you can hear us?

Why are you silent? Why aren’t you moving?

But if the war had truly ended, I wouldn’t be crying over a child from my own family today.

This morning was anything but normal.

I woke up to a scream—

Not a phone notification, but a scream that tears the heart out of the chest.

My cousin’s son was killed.

A child… not even twelve years old.

Enemy warplanes dropped a bomb on a camp where people have nothing but a torn tent—

While a mother holds the air because her child’s hug is gone forever?

While a little boy is collected from beneath the rubble?

How many children have to die before everyone understands that the war is still pressing on our chests…

Are you sure you can hear us?

Why are you silent? Why aren’t you moving?

But if the war had truly ended, I wouldn’t be crying over a child from my own family today.

This morning was anything but normal.

I woke up to a scream—

Not a phone notification, but a scream that tears the heart out of the chest.

My cousin’s son was killed.

A child… not even twelve years old.

Enemy warplanes dropped a bomb on a camp where people have nothing but a torn tent—

While a mother holds the air because her child’s hug is gone forever?

While a little boy is collected from beneath the rubble?

How many children have to die before everyone understands that the war is still pressing on our chests…

Are you sure you can hear us?

Why are you silent? Why aren’t you moving?

But if the war had truly ended, I wouldn’t be crying over a child from my own family today.

This morning was anything but normal.

I woke up to a scream—

Not a phone notification, but a scream that tears the heart out of the chest.

My cousin’s son was killed.

A child… not even twelve years old.

Enemy warplanes dropped a bomb on a camp where people have nothing but a torn tent—

While a mother holds the air because her child’s hug is gone forever?

While a little boy is collected from beneath the rubble?

How many children have to die before everyone understands that the war is still pressing on our chests…

Are you sure you can hear us?

Why are you silent? Why aren’t you moving?

But if the war had truly ended, I wouldn’t be crying over a child from my own family today.

This morning was anything but normal.

I woke up to a scream—

Not a phone notification, but a scream that tears the heart out of the chest.

My cousin’s son was killed.

A child… not even twelve years old.

Enemy warplanes dropped a bomb on a camp where people have nothing but a torn tent—

While a mother holds the air because her child’s hug is gone forever?

While a little boy is collected from beneath the rubble?

How many children have to die before everyone understands that the war is still pressing on our chests…

Are you sure you can hear us?

Why are you silent? Why aren’t you moving?

But if the war had truly ended, I wouldn’t be crying over a child from my own family today.

This morning was anything but normal.

I woke up to a scream—

Not a phone notification, but a scream that tears the heart out of the chest.

My cousin’s son was killed.

A child… not even twelve years old.

Enemy warplanes dropped a bomb on a camp where people have nothing but a torn tent—

While a mother holds the air because her child’s hug is gone forever?

While a little boy is collected from beneath the rubble?

How many children have to die before everyone understands that the war is still pressing on our chests…

Are you sure you can hear us?

Why are you silent? Why aren’t you moving?

But if the war had truly ended, I wouldn’t be crying over a child from my own family today.

This morning was anything but normal.

I woke up to a scream—

Not a phone notification, but a scream that tears the heart out of the chest.

My cousin’s son was killed.

A child… not even twelve years old.

Enemy warplanes dropped a bomb on a camp where people have nothing but a torn tent—

While a mother holds the air because her child’s hug is gone forever?

While a little boy is collected from beneath the rubble?

How many children have to die before everyone understands that the war is still pressing on our chests…

In the beginning, you were with us sharing our pain, your words, and your help,,but today, when we’re only one small step away from safety, everyone has disappeared.

Have you grown tired of us? Or have you simply gotten used to our suffering?

We haven’t made it yet. We’re still here fighting the cold, the fear, and the hunger dreaming only of the moment we can finally leave this hell behind.

Don’t be among those who start with mercy… and end with forgetfulness.