There Are Children Of War Out There

He didn’t choose. He just remembers himself with a short pants, sitting back the car. Mom was crying. And dad didn’t have any tongue to talk. Sister was gazing the road from window, seemed to be in other frontier. He didn’t know anything, he was too child to know that at the moment they’ve written the story for him.

He didn’t choose. He didn’t say: ” Oh Dad, take everything we have in our suitcase and save our lives.” He didn’t ask why they leave home, the alley, the all things they used to call them Homeland, and run away. He didn’t say that trip can not be enjoyable without his bicycle and toys. He even didn’t ask where they’re going with those tears on eyes. He didn’t say anything. He was just 4 years old. He didn’t choose war.

Have you ever seen people of war? People who don’t choose war, yet war chooses them. I’ve seen them before. During Iran-Iraq war, During Russia-Afqanistan war, During Taliban-US war, During Iraq-US war. Yet im seeing them, here and there. They run away from war to the utmost place they can. When you don’t have your homeland, what difference can be between Iran, Syria, Jordan, Turkey and etc. You just run away without your choice.

From the southest place you go to northest, to a place that you don’t hear explosion of war, you even don’t smell it. And He was one of them, didn’t have any choice. Maybe if he had a choice..

He didn’t choose to stay at home for one year, and doesn’t understand why the weather is always rainy, why everywhere cries cries.. His choice was not staying at home and gazing on mom’s tears. His choice was not gazing on dad when at the age of 40 years old suddenly got zero. With a wife and 2 children that still can’t understand what’s going on them.

Dad was optimistic to come back again and mom could only pray for end of war, yet he even didn’t choose the time that dad got disappointed to go back homeland. He didn’t want his start in other country, in other capital, in a place that its sundown was strange for him, in a city that he didn’t know its people. His heart fell down on the floor, from so much silence, so many walls. And he couldn’t take it back.

Now The school days are moments of loneliness. He is between many children and he is alone. Classmates don’t understand him. Not bcs they are stupid. They have this right. For they have not raised like him, without any choice. They have not been without friend. They have never lost their homeland.

It is sound of street. Children play in the alley. They hit the ball to the wall. There is no sign of loneliness in their eyes. They have not heard about war in their neighbor. They just knock the door and say: ” Tell your son to come playing with us.” They are 2 boys and a girl: ” Come to play with us.” He goes. At first with doubt. Yet after sometime he find out the most strange existence in the world; Friend..

He has not chosen again, they’ve chosen him. But there are better days in tomorrows. He will be one of them who choose his destiny. He will choose, me, you, himself, all things, all people. He will choose for all those days he couldn’t choose, for all unchosen moments. He has many words to say. But it is not a story. It is what’s happening around the world, from yesterday to tomorrow. It is reality of life, about all of them who have not chosen their fate; Children of War..

P.S: There is a good event on monday, October 8th intoduced in Darvish Blog for Interfaith Fast for Peace in Iraq . This peace in Iraq is one of the most thing i’ve wanted whole Ramadan from God and prayed for. You also dont forget Iraqis during your prayers. Spc Children..