Dear Omran,

I am not sure why I am writing you a letter even with a possibility that you may never be able to read this. But since this morning when I saw you in that video looking bewildered and shocked, I couldn’t take you off my mind. I spent my entire day feeling drained and unknowingly sad. And now I realized that I am sorry. I am sorry that this happened to you. I am sorry that you are suffering. I am sorry that you were robbed off of your innocence. You, a little child, caught in a middle of war you have no understanding, has inflicted you pain. I am in deep thoughts of you. Little kids like you should be in school or in the park having the time of your life. Your childhood should be full of sweet memories and you should be seeing the world as perfect as your pure minds could hold. But I am distressed by what happened to you.  Maybe for a reason that you are a child and children should in no way be harmed. Maybe in some alternate universe you could have been one of my pupils. You could be the smartest in the room or the most annoying in class. But you will still be my pupil and I will always be affected by you. My heart is crushed as I saw you covered in thick dust and blood. An image a young boy should not be. It reminded me of the same feeling when I saw that photo of Alan Kurdi, the toddler who drowned and was washed up on the Turkish beach. The world grieved for him. I was heartbroken by his story. But your story will be different. You have survived. And that has been a witnessed miracle. A reminder that in an ugly war beautiful miracles can still exist. I am also comforted to know that your parents and other children have survived as well. Omran, it wasn’t your time yet. One day, you will understand it and so is why this had happened to you. You will one day realize how this all began. But you can never change history. You can only change your story. And all I can hope for is that you will be able to live a life as meaningful and purposeful as it should be. I can only wish to be part of it. But there are people around you who will be able to help you become the man who can make a difference in this world. I may not be able to remember this but I will always know that there was a little boy who became a symbol of hope and all the aspirations we wanted for this world. So I will pray for you and the other kids like you to be surrounded with good hearts that will be able to touch your lives so you may live as fully as you deserve.  So dear child, believe that this is still a beautiful world.

 

Mariestel

Published by Mariestel Correlo