CHILDREN OF WAR

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“Mum, why are you not speaking?”

She pulls her child close,

rests his head upon her chest,

turning his face away from her cheeks,

tears rolling from her eyes as she silently weeps.

 

The house they once called home,

is now a cemetery where her remaining family sleeps.

 

Her heart rages inside,

“I did not choose to be a victim of war,

My child did not choose to be a child of war,

If I scream loud enough will you hear me?

If the blood from these bodies bleeds into your oceans

will you pay attention to the cries hitting your shores?”

 

My child,

he is only five,

yet he has witnessed the falling of the skies.

Pointing at the stars,

screaming,

asking me why,

“Mum, why are the stars exploding and buildings falling?” ⠀⠀⠀

 

“Close your eyes my child,

these stars have been sent by your family,

the one we call ‘humanity.” ⠀⠀⠀

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– Children of war, U.F. Shah

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Photograph taken by Sam Tarling @oxfamamerica of a woman holding her child while bombs fall on the street outside.

The British Government are voting regarding the bombing of Syria. Please don’t stay silent. #dontbombsyria #saynotowar

 

WAR

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What is it that carries us through the whirlwinds of life? Is it the ones that we love that give us the strength to survive? Or is it our careers? Is it our faith?

What is it?

Ever wonder how people fight battles on a daily basis. Heartbreak, illness, death, finance, job loss. All different, yet a battle nonetheless.

Warriors. We are all warriors.

Yes, we do not go to war, at least not the type of wars that we’ve learned of from our history books.

Yet we do stand on the frontline every morning, when we raise our bodies out of our beds and face the world.

Yes, we do not go to war, at least not the type of war that we’ve learned of from our history books.

But we do dress ourselves in armour, and hope to miss the bullets.

Yes, we do not go to war, but we ‘are’ at war.

A war that won’t be found in our history books. A war that has failed to be defined. A war that we wage against ourselves. The war that seems to have no end. Generations after generations become victims, and the cycle continues with every breath.

But let’s not silence our triumphs or forget. Warriors.

We are all warriors.

@ufshah

GOODBYES

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Cherish Them.

Cherish Them.

Random Fact:
Arteries carry blood from the heart while veins return blood to it.

Isn’t it strange? Human emotion.

How our emotions dictate our behaviour. Sometimes I find emotion so difficult to comprehend. Especially at times when you feel the peak of happiness and the peak of sadness, all wrapped into one precise moment.

So in one ‘precise’ moment, you can feel a volcanic eruption in the form of happiness growing inside of you; streaming through your arteries, reaching every part of your body while teasing the very essence of your soul.

This one ‘precise’ moment.

And before you know it, before you’ve even had the slightest opportunity to consider it; you somehow manage to arouse the burning sensation that follows from such an eruption. The very same happiness that streamed through your arteries, is now returning to your heart via your veins, thickening like lava with every passing second. Suffocating you.

Goodbyes.

This is the feeling I get from goodbyes.

@ufshah