I didn’t recall when 13 year old Hamza Bakkour went through his unimaginable and unbearable agony. He was hit by a missile launched by Assad thugs on his besieged neighborhood Baba Amr in Homs. He bled for many many hours to death as doctors couldn’t do much for his ripped off lower jaw and throat.
For a month, the picture of this innocent boy was present in my mind. In the last several days, I had a strong urge to write about him. Just when I started to write this post I read the exact date of his passing, it was the 5th of February 2012. I believe that it must be his spirit poking me all this time. I like to believe that a person’s presence becomes stronger during the time of his/her perish.
It is almost one year as one story out of thousands of gruesome crimes against humanity committed by Bashar Assad thugs, went public. Till today this boy’s stolen life is still screaming for justice.
In memory of Hamza Bakkour’s precious 13 years among the living. In the memory of all Syrian children who lost and still losing their childhoods.
The following is a video for Hamza in his last hours in the hospital. The last picture is for the sweet boy at a time he thought that he will grow up.