Page 34 - Issue 64

Vol.1 Issue 64
I pondered this question long, seeking
solace for the plight of these innocent
children, but all I found was that their state incapable of providing care and
parents gave beyond their means, within
the limits allowed by a society with teeth
that gnaw at the poor. Their mothers,
endlessly praising them as the most
beautiful and strongest girls of their
generation, worry about their fatigue
and sadness, unable to provide them
with a childhood intact like others of
their time. These little ones, subjected to
cruelty from a young age, lacking
resilience not due to parental surrender
but due to societal injustice and
arbitrariness.
These neglected bottles, no one to care
for them. Society's cruelty and the
circumstances of the times have been
their constant companions. Time did
not spare them, nor did it advise them
well. They paid their youth for a few
pounds earned after a day's toil. They
fell like spring flowers before they could
bloom.
We lost them before losing ourselves,
as instead of school trips, they rode
death carts, falling into waters where no
one drank, except they wouldn't return.
They lost their lives for a hundred
pounds, and our hearts broke witnessing
this tragedy, unable to do anything.
We console ourselves and their
families, saying sorrow will ease, but it
hasn't and won't. Our grief multiplies,
and their families remain haunted by
thoughts, their eyes reflecting hidden
pain, tears shimmering, a dark halo
beneath their eyes. Their features may
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be still, but their anguish is restless.
We stand by helplessly, asking: Is the
protection for them? How long will we
remain like this? The poor's morsel is
always laced with bitterness and cruelty,
their reigns never peaceful or happy.
Always struggling for a piece of bread
and a sip of water.
Will the world remain so cruel? Will
humanity continue to suffer like this?
And after all this, they are your brothers
and sisters, your nieces and nephews.
Their loss should pain you deeply.
Silence is the trait of cowards. Words of
comfort cannot replace what's lost. But
we console ourselves, knowing it's God's
will, a test for them and their families.
The ultimate test is their satisfaction
with this trial, whether they accept it in
adversity or not.
To all those enduring hearts, know
that we stand with you in our thoughts
during these difficult times. May God
compensate your children for their lost
childhood and youth in paradise, and
grant you patience.
July 2024, p.34