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I stared out the window at the people, the beggars sitting under the cobri (bridge) that we drove through every day, I never saw the people as anything more nor did I see them as anything less. I saw people, I saw characters existing in a world that I existed in, I saw background noise. My life was never about me yet it was never about the people around me it was about the story I can make of it all, the poem I can take from it, or the book I can write out.

I dreamed of a world where one can be anything they want to be. I find that to be kind of funny today, as a child I don't ever remember having intricate thoughts and feelings yet I hear my mother speak about the different stories and letters filled with expression and thoughts as though it was not a six year old writing about reasons why she did not want her mother to talk to her anymore because her mother yelled at her.

I knew I'd wanted to write as a kid,  I grew older and my passion grew with me too, my love for simple words put together to create intricate ideas about love, life, and sadness and have the world read them and feel them and hear them in their hearts rather than simply look at them with their eyes.

  I discovered that we as people were more than capable of inhumanity and evil during the strange awkward stage of moving from Saudi Arabia to New Jersey.

    In my short 18 years of living I have no idea how or when the world I'd lived in reached to this extent of evil.

As this was an important discovery in my life, when I decided I was going to be on the part of the world that at the least spreads the truth, the truth of what is going on beyond these walls of invisibility, these walls that allows us to exist as human beings with lives and voices that can be so loud that can echo the streets for miles and miles that can make a change, these walls that are filled with food and houses and the natural riches of the trees and the colorful flowers and the running cold and hot water, behind these walls is a heaven, behind these walls lie schools and kids playing in the parks, teens partying till sunrise, music played for days, and snow was a joy filled with snow angels and building funny looking snowmen to take pictures with.

  I found that the images I had seen on the internet were of so much affect in our world, where we had a safety blanket that we hid under, I realize that as long as the people keep hiding under this blanket there will be no change. As long we continue to see all the wrongs in our own world we will never fix anything going on beyond it.

  I found myself practicing by seeing the images and the horrors of the world. What was happening to my people in my country for almost more than 10 years. More than 10 years of war, more than 10 years of death, I can only imagine that lands is now a completely different one. The neighbors that we used to go play with at their house on hot summer days are now infested with the smell of blood, the smell of death, settled by men with ugly beards and ugly hearts strangers from a world we had never thought would become the norm of a place I once called home.

  Part of me for a very long time felt the guilt of what do I know about pain? What do I know about being displaced? The guilt of being privileged enough to live here in a country like Canada, the guilt that ate me alive for years and years. As a Kurdish girl, I saw my people in Syria, as fighters, I had found myself attending protests and shouting in the streets at the top of my lung to fight with people fighting for their land on the complete opposite side of the world, I knew I had more ability to change what was going on, on the inside through speaking and being louder on the outside. Through using my words and my voice through adding for fuel to the fire of the passion of the Kurdish people.

I had become hopeless, as the people around me seemed to worry more about the sects, and the religion more than anything?

Why?

Why did it matter what sect I supported? Why did it matter whether I was Muslim? Suni or Shia? Kurdish? Lebanese? Syrian?

   I had read about the atrocities that Daesh, ISIS, the Syrian regime had done to the people. It hadn't registered in my head properly how the people around me here in Canada turned a blind eye when it came to the painful images.

I mean I understood it, who would want to see such disturbing images? That's just twisted right? To look at thousands and thousands of lifeless bodies of the dead children? To look at the rubble of what once was someone's home? The rubble that was once where a kid rested their head at and woke up early in the morning to go to school? The pictures of the rubble that were taken from a helicopter flying far away from it but just close enough to take a picture of the chaos that if you looked close enough at, you realize that between the rubble and the ashes are the bodies of women, children, young men, grandma's and grandpa's, people just like you reading this right now and me writing this.

And so I ask you as you read this, where did our humanity go?

Did we lose it in between our online posts about our prayers going out to the mothers and the children and the babies starving because their own government deemed them terrorists?

Did we lose our humanity as we went out on the streets filled with our fancy condos and our fancy cameras and our fancy cars with our friends and family laughing and playing around claiming that we are fighting for what's right, for justice all around the world but we refuse to look at the images? We refuse to educate ourselves and the ones around us, we refuse to realize our ignorance to the effects of war on the actual oppressed or the actual people that are actual suffering?

You tell me.

Tell me at what point did we deem this Humane?

It's easy for us to turn a blind eye, and ignore it all. Living here, honestly like forget being Kurdish what about the Humanity?? Where is our Humanity? How did giving zero shits about the world around us start becoming a trend?

A U.S. aircraft dropped thermal balloons over agricultural lands in Syria's northeastern province of Hasakah on Sunday, setting fire to wheat crops, state news agency SANA reported.

Rojava , 2019

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