T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

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A child sleeps in a bag in the village of Beit Sawa, eastern Ghouta, Syria. (Omar Sanadiki, Reuters, wsj.com March 15, 2018)

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  5. I hate forgetting! And this took me by surprise. Surprise/disappointment that I have forgotten, for the past day or two, about what’s going on in some other corners of the world.

  6. We CANNOT even imagine how terrible the situation is there – and lucky for the child to be able to sleep at least or a moment. But what all this is doing to his/her soul, to his/her life, THAT is what is so heart-wrenching and inacceptable.
    I see and have seen the effects of those earliest damages in children’s soul and mind. Two of my most loved ppl have been adopted and they’ll never, ever will be ‘normal’ in our sense of what we understand under ‘normal upbringing’…

  10. Aw.. forced into a nomadic life, sleeping on the run. I hope he one day says of this iconic photo, “This was just before we were welcomed into ____.” Thank God for photogs who remind us of other countries’ realities, about which we must care.

  12. You get the first “awww, so sweet”, then you go “whoa, wait a minute” to finally end up with “one must do, what one must do and hope something better is at the other end”
    So much.

  13. Such a beautiful, precious baby…who one would assume is sleeping in peace and in reality we know that either the father or an aid worker is fleeing a war torn area, with the baby…hopefully they make it to immediate safety and then further resettled to a place where they would know, no fear…/// ever time I hear the Life Flight Helicopter,pushing it fast through the sky to the hospital in the next smaller town, I know someone is in a desperate fight for their life and their family is distraught…I pray that God is comforting them and then I think of that sound of a helicopter, how it sends wholesale fear (& in some situations, hope of protection, and of an uncertain future) . and all the people in war torn areas and I know that they can’t have a normal life, trapped in a war, a conflict where they are innocent bystanders…/// and i think of another offering of yours about a year ago of a distinguished, older man in a white bombed out apartment home, sitting on the bed, in shock, his record player in view…and I think out the window across the road flowers blooming in a window box, untouched by the devastating airstrikes…when will the hate ever end? /// I think of “Sawsan” remembering that she immigrated as a child and that she helps others who find themselves in need of resettlement due to war and conflicts and I thank her for efforts in loving her fellowman…and i know how she shared here again, publicly about being scared spending a night alone on or near a road somewhere in the world were it wasn’t safe…

    2. Christie, I’m deeply touched by your comment. All I did was translate for them. This was all I could give. My time.
      Yes, I did spend one night alone on the border between two countries. That is one night I won’t forget. I don’t want to forget.
      ❤

  17. I should think that to be asleep and oblivious to the surrounding horrors is the best place to be in Syria at the moment. Such innocence in that baby’s face. I dread the robbing of that innocence that will surely happen. It’s such a lottery where we’re born and in what time period.

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