Every human has the right to be free. In fact every living thing should have that privilege.
Yet, this isn't so. It is a matter of luck on where you are born. Be it your home. Be it your country.
If you're a corn seed and you grow in a fertile land, you flourish. But if you're the same seed and you fall on a desert or the sea, there goes your destiny.
Same goes for a human being. If you're born into royalty, you're born lucky. If you're born in poverty then that's a different story.
Everything has hierarchy. Why these happened? What created hierarchies? Who created human segregation?
Acceptance would be civilization has brought on all these because human beings liked power. Intelligent people ruled while ignorant people succumbed to whatever that came their way.
War is a consequence of humans' greed to power. To wealth. To rule and to conquer.
War produced victims. And children are the most innocent victims of them all. They're ignorant of why and what is happening.
Yet some children lose their homes. They lose members of their families. They lose parts of their bodies. They lose their countries. Finally some even lost their lives.
Sad that most of them don't know why these happened to them. They're at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Being born in freedom, having been free to roam the country, free to do anything at anytime had made some people take many things for granted.
Even me. I didn't know how lucky i was till late. When i was a kid and i heard about war stories I felt sorry for them.
Later when i got involved with children from war countries i thought my duty ends with teaching them. It was enough to help them in little ways. With food, clothes and love.
This isn't so. There are many wrongs happening to them. Just because they're war victims they are no less than other children.
No one has the right to treat them as slaves. Nobody should step on them.
I am no freedom fighter. I'm just a normal teacher. I don't have power to do anything much. I'm helpless. I'm fed up.
I'm fed up watching people living in crowded rooms. I'm unhappy to see them eat basics while kids around them throw half eaten food in a reckless attitude.
The worst thing is children are not free. They get arrested because they're not born into normal families. Because they're war victims they're treated differently.
A teenager is arrested because he helps his father doing part-time jobs. He's not doing it to buy a smartphone. He's not doing it to buy branded clothes.
He's doing it so that he could help his father put decent food on their table.
When a young boy is thrown into a cell, how unhappy he would feel? How scared he would be?
Isn't it enough he is scarred by war? Should he be hurt more? Shouldn't he be given extra care, extra love to heal his past losses?
Don't humans know every human has the right to be free and happy? Especially children?
Driving to the camp, having no power, no idea what to do, I sat looking at the closed gates. Feeling more sick than ever.
This is how it is to feel most helpless.
If there's a will, there's a way? How?
I haven't a clue. I'm sure this is a new lesson I'm going to learn.
There must be a way on how children can live as children.
Yet, this isn't so. It is a matter of luck on where you are born. Be it your home. Be it your country.
If you're a corn seed and you grow in a fertile land, you flourish. But if you're the same seed and you fall on a desert or the sea, there goes your destiny.
Same goes for a human being. If you're born into royalty, you're born lucky. If you're born in poverty then that's a different story.
Everything has hierarchy. Why these happened? What created hierarchies? Who created human segregation?
Acceptance would be civilization has brought on all these because human beings liked power. Intelligent people ruled while ignorant people succumbed to whatever that came their way.
War is a consequence of humans' greed to power. To wealth. To rule and to conquer.
War produced victims. And children are the most innocent victims of them all. They're ignorant of why and what is happening.
Yet some children lose their homes. They lose members of their families. They lose parts of their bodies. They lose their countries. Finally some even lost their lives.
Sad that most of them don't know why these happened to them. They're at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Being born in freedom, having been free to roam the country, free to do anything at anytime had made some people take many things for granted.
Even me. I didn't know how lucky i was till late. When i was a kid and i heard about war stories I felt sorry for them.
Later when i got involved with children from war countries i thought my duty ends with teaching them. It was enough to help them in little ways. With food, clothes and love.
This isn't so. There are many wrongs happening to them. Just because they're war victims they are no less than other children.
No one has the right to treat them as slaves. Nobody should step on them.
I am no freedom fighter. I'm just a normal teacher. I don't have power to do anything much. I'm helpless. I'm fed up.
I'm fed up watching people living in crowded rooms. I'm unhappy to see them eat basics while kids around them throw half eaten food in a reckless attitude.
The worst thing is children are not free. They get arrested because they're not born into normal families. Because they're war victims they're treated differently.
A teenager is arrested because he helps his father doing part-time jobs. He's not doing it to buy a smartphone. He's not doing it to buy branded clothes.
He's doing it so that he could help his father put decent food on their table.
When a young boy is thrown into a cell, how unhappy he would feel? How scared he would be?
Isn't it enough he is scarred by war? Should he be hurt more? Shouldn't he be given extra care, extra love to heal his past losses?
Don't humans know every human has the right to be free and happy? Especially children?
Driving to the camp, having no power, no idea what to do, I sat looking at the closed gates. Feeling more sick than ever.
This is how it is to feel most helpless.
If there's a will, there's a way? How?
I haven't a clue. I'm sure this is a new lesson I'm going to learn.
There must be a way on how children can live as children.
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