She picked up her
phone and first, responded to her unanswered messages. Then, she checked what
was happening on social media. Before she knew it, she found herself watching
short videos. It was no longer possible to follow what was happening on the
news. The facts about the genocide that had started a while ago were presented as
a war. They were not being shared by news channels but by the people who
experienced that horror firsthand.
Nurdan watched those
videos on social media and shared them to reach more people.
A video caught her attention. The video
showed children fearlessly marching against the enemy, banging pots and pans in
their hands and holding small banners they had prepared. Another video showed
children who had been orphaned after a bombing, hugging each other and
consoling each other. The next images were of a sister consoling her brother. One, two, three… before she knew it, she had come across numerous
videos, each showing children unlike any she had ever seen before. These were children more sensitive, more sincere, and more
“mature” than many adults she knew. With tears welling up in her eyes yet a
soft smile on her face, Nurdan watched these videos, witnessing the resilience
of children in the face of hardship.
All the hardships
these children endured brought about a smile, even if it was bittersweet one.
But why?
What was it that made
Nurdan smile?
Watching those
children filled one with sense of admiration mixed with honor.
She imagined her son
in those scenes. Mature beyond his years, yet still carrying the joy of
childhood.
Both cheerful and
brave...
Nurdan thought for a
moment ... She truly wished for her son to grow up to be like those children.
Those children possessed
treasures of immeasurable worth. Courage, innocence, sincerity...
With their courage,
they struck fear into the enemy, while their smiles were giving hope in
humanity.
These children, with eyes
that sparkled with joy, smiling eyes, seemed to be saying to those whose eyes
were dulled by consumption, "There is another way.’’
Nurdan thought...
What was a child?
Is it the continuation
of a generation?
Is it wealth?
Is it joy, happiness?
She suddenly realized...
“HOPE,” she said in whisper.
Aren’t the hopes of nations
their new generations? In other words, children...
Children give the same
message as the growing branches in spring deliver a message to humanity… Spring
comes after every winter... Every difficulty ends with ease...
So, isn’t reaching out
to a society’s children, the same as reaching out to their hopes?
She remembered the
story of the Pharaoh who ordered the death of every newborn child. So,
throughout history, the wicked had always targeted children to destroy the
hopes of the good ones.
But then, there was
the stance of those children against the enemy’s actions… As the saying goes,
"wise beyond their years”
They were as if “wise
beyond their years”,
They are displaying
behaviors that many adults would have difficulty displaying. They are more
sincere and clearer in their stance than most grown-ups…
Nurdan found herself
praying by her son's bedside who is whispering a lullaby to himself…
First for the brave
children of Gaza, then for all the innocent ones, and finally, for her own
child.
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