Living the cold winter in Chicago reminds me of the old days back home. We used to get our heavy clothes and warm blankets ready. I remember how my family and I used to spend winter’s long nights sitting around the fireplace sipping tea, chatting and laughing. All this stuff used to fill me with the warmth of the family and home.
Today, as I am following the Syrian refugees’ news, for the first time I pray that the rain and snow stop. I wish that what I am watching is just a long nightmare. Every time I see those tiny bodies in weak tents shaking because they are freezing, I feel so guilty for the warm that I feel. It is so sad to see those simple people in this disaster trying their best to survive after they lost their warm homes– all because of Assad’s army shelling at the civilian streets.
While I was walking in downtown Chicago thinking about the Syrian refugees I saw homeless people who are almost facing the same conditions. They live in the street, wearing tattered clothes that barely cover their bodies. These people have nothing. I was so shocked when I saw some pedestrians walking past those homeless people and they did not even look at them. How could people live in the same city, walk in the same streets, and breathe the same air without seeing the homeless suffering in the streets?
All struggling people around the world are connected somehow. They share the suffering and the pain. Those people need our help, and our attention. They need us to make their life better. To make our world better.
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Our thoughts go out to Syrian refugees and the students who suffered because of the explosions at the University of Aleppo.
’30 Seconds of Change’ is with you in spirit.