A letter from an innocent kid
The light has gone out of my life and there is darkness everywhere. I ‘m sad, depressed, afraid and lonely. I haven’t got parents brothers or sisters. I really miss my beloved mother. I wish she was here now. But she is no more. The war killed her; the war killed all of them. I’m a poor, homeless orphan. I’m suffering from hunger and disease. People say that suffering is my destiny. I don’t think so. I strongly believe that I should make my destiny by myself and God will give me the power I need. He will help me because I’m an innocent kid, I’m a good boy. I love God; I love our beloved prophet Muhammad; I love my nation; I love all the people all over the world. Who am I? Can you guess? Well, it is so easy to answer this question. I’m a kid; an innocent kid as I said. Where are you from I can hear you ask? I can be from Palestine where the Jews are destroying our houses and polluting our territory with their dirty feet; or from Africa where wars and famine are killing us. In all the cases I’m not going to give up because the prophet Muhammad is my teacher; Saladin is my ancestor; Nelson Mandela is my idol and the lord of the universe is supporting me. So I’m not weak. I’m stronger than stones. I am a hero. I Just wish that people learn that even if we are different in race, color, language and religion, we can live together in peace. And only when they learn that will I see the light again and will the sun shine.
Oussama Belkacem 1S 11 * Sousse Pioneer School, Tunisia * 2010-2011
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