• It’s really dark up there. I’m scared and I’d rather stay here.

• Why would you choose here over there? Who would leave the blue skies, the warmth and light, the sounds and smells to come here, where it’s suffocating and silent!

• It has changed:

You wouldn’t know the difference between dawn and sunset anymore.  

The grass has turned red from the blood it devoured; it has reached the length of men. The dead has been sharing our spaces.  Corpses lie on the streets of every corner of our world, while souls are flouting around them stuck and lost and calling for someone to respect the dead- but no one hears them.

The light has been seeping through the black clouds, hurting the clouds and our eyes.  The skies are no longer blue; they reflect the colors of people’s hearts and thus doubled the darkness we live in.  

The only sounds we hear have become the sirens of ambulances and the clichéd journalistic formulas announcing our deaths on hourly basis and calling us traitors.

Please I’m scared and would want to stay here. It is dark and it is silent and above all it is safe here.

• It is not your time. Your place is reserved here, but it’s not your time yet! It won’t be long though! Watch out for the next raid, it could come from the ground or the air; but it will come from the people whose blood runs in your veins and whose features can be seen in yours.

                 I am child from Syria. I’m a child from Yemen.