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My heart is bleeding. Well, it always does. But there is one thing really close to my heart. Children. I love kids. I am crazy about little toddlers. I, who haven’t seen sunrise in 7 years, cz I am too lazy to get up, used to volunteer a school for underprivileged kids. That’s should be general insight about my kid-crazy nature. I would walk up to strangers carrying their kids and say hi. I remember my friends refusing to acknowledge they know me, cz they thought someday someone would think I am a kidnapper and raise alarm.
Well, now, I haven’t been keeping up to date with the world. Lost in my own little world. Well that’s another story. But I happened upon this picture today, famous as “that little Syrian boy”. And few salty water drops that were rolling down from before, turned into full-fledged flow, along with sobs. I sat numb, fingers on my mouth. Is this really happening? I have been reading about ISIS, the beheadings, everything. But seeing this picture, struck a chord. What is our world coming to? Bombing schools? Toddlers washing up on beaches, dead. If this isn’t end of the world, I don’t know what is.
I daresay, I don’t understand what religion supports such heinous things? How can anyone who calls himself human still hold a gun after seeing that picture? People fleeing their homes, taking unsafe passages out of their homeland, no security. It makes me feel helpless and ashamed. I am from a country where kids die of hunger, of diseases cz they weren’t provided care. What world are we living in? If we cant protect our children. Even animals protect their young ones better.
All these terrorist outfits, who are we fooling, they are being funded by big-shot-governments, looking to de-stabilize each other, and playing power games. Petting a snake and thinking they wouldn’t be bitten. What would be left if future of our countries wind up dead?
I read the account of the guy who pulled out the baby. I would hate to call him “body”. I shudder to think, how would he sleep? Holding a little child, like that. He says “they looked alive, smiling a little, I closed their eyes softly”. And I break down. My faith in god dims a little. What god would allow this to happen?

 
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