A Midnight Prayer for Syrian Children

I am overwhelmed by my aching soul, all the things I love can’t regenerate my energy. My head is full of guilty aspirations, and my heart is way too heavy. Till when this boulder will remain on our shoulders? Is this our eternity?

Even the mere act of breathing can hardly be handled by my weary lungs.

Good night my sweet human faces, may you accompany the living and guard them in their path for a better life.


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