At a very young age, these kids have been through unimaginable things due to the political unrest in the area. The Rebel soldiers have caused havoc in their ancestral homes, killing family members and forcing children, some still very young, to fight with them. This forced those who are still alive to live in the displacement camps, with little to nothing but the clothes on their backs.
Hearing the 3 children tell their story and seeing the pain in their eyes was just heartbreaking. I was all choked up with tears and had this very heavy feeling, as if there was a big boulder on my chest.
How they can still smile and joke around and sing and dance with that much energy and enthusiasm is just beyond words.
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Can you imagine how you'll feel when you're left alone with your small brothers and sisters, then your mother comes back without your father. Then after asking she tells you that he was brutally killed and your mother was told to bury him with her own hands? And on that same night, the same rebels came back to take your mother and you have to take care of your siblings on your own when you're not even 10yrs old.
How can you ever shake the image of someone you were forced to kill? Or the face of your brother who told you that they won't take you because you were too small, but it all ended up with the both of you being taken, then separated, and now you don't even know if he's still alive or not?
And how can you ever look at another pot the same way again after seeing your mother's severed head being pulled out from one?
And yet for them to continue to dream, to wake up everyday with that much exuberance towards life. Doesn't it make all your whining and ranting so trivial? You complain about traffic, or a hard bed, or when that next vacation to the beach is going to be...
This kids would've enjoyed being stuck in traffic so they can see more closely "what being free looks like".
They would probably have the first comfortable sleep they'll have if they were to sleep in an actual bed after sleeping on the dirt in their small hut all their life.
And that beach trip? None of these kids have ever even seen the ocean.
Its easy to feel sad for this children, but after thinking about it, i feel more sad about those who can't see how much better off they really are. Those people who can't seem to be contented with what they have. Those who stress about getting the best of everything while half of the world have nothing.
Sometimes its scary to think what kind of world we live in right now. What have become of humanity. A lot of us have lost sight of what's truly important, and focused more on the glitz and glamour of this materialistic world.
Fact: All of us will die sooner or later and when you do, nobody would care if those shoes or bags are signature, or how expensive your belongings are, which, most probably, you don't even know how to really use.
Be thankful for what you have, and give back whenever you can. Being rich is not the only goal in this life.
Making this world a better place is.
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