Mai

Mai
@sewasabii
Bir kapı ne zaman kapı degildir
I may escape from Syria. My feet could touch European shores, the waves of the sea lapping against my shivering legs and the salt air coating my lips. I would be safer. But I won’t have survived.
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
“Auntie—don’t cry—when I go to Heaven—I’ll tell God—everything,”
“Am I going to die?” he asks, and I see no fear. Do all six-year-olds know what death is? Or is it only children of war?
I wish we were being broadcast live on every channel and smartphone in the world so everyone could see what they’re allowing to happen to children.