A mother loses a child in her womb.
A mother loses her baby in her lap.
A mother loses her toddler.
A mother loses her teenage son.
Have you seen those dead bodies, crying mothers, wailing fathers and shocked kids. Will they ever get over the trauma they are facing every day. My heart goes out there for everyone suffering from the far east to the middle… But the atrocities that human beings are capable of just leaves you dumbstruck… Out of words…
And when I see the pictures of Syrian children ridden by bombs, missiles and debri
And when I see them smitten with fear, hunger and death
I look around at my own children, their happiness and laughter
What have I done to deserve food on my table
What have I done to deserve life that I live
And yet I complain, and cry over little things in life
Oh eye you are not blind, see the grave
And see this world full of distractions and bitterness;
Kings, heads and princes are under the clay
See moon-bright faces in the jaws of ants
From The Ruba’iyat of Omar Kayyam (Translated by Peter Avery and John Heath-Stubbs)