Questions of a Syrian child

Mother, my beloved mother, why don't you speak to me? Mother, my throat burns, but there is no water. My stomach hurts, but we have no food. Mother, dear mother, are you angry on me? Please say something, I promise I will be a good child, I promise I will not annoy you again. Mother why won't you speak? Mother, where is father, why isn't he home yet? There is fire everywhere. It scares me. Mother, where are our neighbours? Why is their house on fire? Mother, my lovely mother, please don't leave me alone....

Mother, I hear people crying again, is there another funeral coming along? Why won't they let me go to school? I want to become a doctor but why are they calling me a terrorist? Mother, dear mother, they hit me. It stings, please put a bandage on my arm. Why won't the blood stop?

Why do they hate us, mother? Is it because we are Muslims? But don't we all believe in one God? Didn't God made us all? Are we not humans? Will this not hurt them too?

Mother, lovely mother, why do I feel tired? Why is the pain increasing? Why do my eyes feel heavy now? Why do I feel numb now...?

Mother, dear mother......