Hi, I’m George. This is not me real name as I’m afraid that my government might find out my real identity. I’m 17, and want desperately to study and build a better life. But that’s impossible stuck here in Syria. I like to write stories. I’d love it if someone sponsored me to live in Australia or somewhere, so I can study and work. I’d pay my own way when there, I just need a start. This is my latest piece ….
The soul stands meters away from the body in which she will dwell,
which will be restricted by its actions and movements,
will suffer from its thoughts and memories.
Love does not know meaning because it is a soul only, that does not have organs to suffer.
Even though she knows her fate and what will happen to her,
that spirit awaits until the boy comes out, filled with the color of life.
At the threshold of that child, his eyes wake up from his deep sleep to see the light again,
his heart beats to know the truth of his body.
Slowly he inhales the hardships of life and its cruelty.
We call him a simple life refreshed, and his name may kill him.
This child does not know that he is a living being,
who is to suffer so much and be thrown into misery,
been given birth to imagine dreams that just might die.
He opens his small eyes, surprised that what he hears are not new words, but only in another language.
He tries to rise but does not reach his goal because he is too small to achieve it.
He tries and tries but does not succeed, with many attempts that simply do not work.
Death draws near to him, but life is only one step closer to him, in which hunger and thirst taste.
He begins by feeling that he is incapable of grasping the knowledge that surrounds him.
“Oh, I do not know you child, you are weak and helpless.”
But of course he knows that when he approaches his mother’s breast,
he must cry and cry because he thinks his mother will hear him only when he screams.
You need a strong voice to show up and realize.
His instinct drives him to urinate in his clothes …
he does not realize the meaning of this, but until then his body remained soft.
This child reached his fourth month and was able to laugh a little, so he laughed sometimes and sometimes cried.
(Yes, I remember the years I spent in my previous life … remembering the beautiful dreams and nightmares.)
He suddenly wakes up remembering his food.
He is very happy when he eats.
His poor mother weeps when her baby cares about milk because she lacks food for him.
After all the crying, “she is the mother at the end.”
Her child spends his days crying, starving and thirsty.
Throughout this period, his mother knew only fatigue and tiredness with her child.
With his small brown eyes, how happy he is not knowing what is going on around him ……….
The clock is ticking with its seconds and its hours ……
One day after another, the child began his first day in August.
He feels a little hot despite his thin skin. Crying and crying.
There is no point in his cries. The mother wakes up in panic and does not know what happened.
He puts his finger in his mouth instead of the cheap dummy … Why?
Suddenly, the mother remembers herself and cries again because she is unable to feed him.
But the great concern has not yet begun.
His father, who has been absent from the house since he began,
works as a feudal farmer to feed his poor family so as not to die of hunger….
The child is not dead just quite yet.
But what is to happen to the child before that? Or maybe, instead of that?
Youth Rising 