I wonder, how does a child living in Palestine would be like? It is beautiful at her end? Would the sun shine so bright that it warms her face and the breeze, would softly brush her hair? Would she wake up to a smile of her love ones and breakfast on her table? Would she be smiling and getting ready for school and excited to see her friends and teachers?
Or she woke up in the cold early morning to work so that she will hv a meal for her day? Or She woke up to the dusty plc where one of the war wreck house was her home? Or she is sitting there crying waiting for her family to find her? Or worst holding the hand of her love ones with blood all over her clothing?
Can we tell her to have a beautiful day?
I offer my heart and prayer for those who are in great pain. Where HOPE is hard to find in the midst of all the chaos. Where the heart is so broken it seems impossible to feel anything anymore but hate, anger and frustration.. Worst.. Just numb.. The heart is harden.. No feelings, no kindness, no love.. It's a scary thought actually..
I hate what war and poverty do to people.. It makes the world such a lousy place to live in.. But I pray that every children who lived through it will know love and hope.. And that life is beautiful for those who love life and cherished every moment of it.. Every breath, every sight, every taste, every touch, every voice brings us joy when we hv a hope of a better future..
May you have a colourful and bright future! Like the rainbow after the rain.. :)
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