#KiyiyaVuranInsanlik

When I opened my Facebook account today, feeds about a drowned boy kept popping up. I know it’s click bait, but I clicked on the bait.

And I’ve been ugly crying here.

“A 3-year-old boy named Aylan Kurdi and his 5-year-old brother, Galip, were photographed face down in the surf Wednesday morning. They both reportedly died on a boat that capsized while carrying them to the Greek island of Kos. The brothers were attempting to reach Canada, where their aunt lives.” – BuzzFeed

(Also see: http://edition.cnn.com/2015/09/02/europe/migration-crisis-boy-washed-ashore-in-turkey/)

The images are so heartbreaking. I cannot even begin to think about my almost 2 year old boy experiencing the struggle from the violence this little Aylan must have faced in a place he supposedly called home, escaping and fleeing in terror, hopeless and cold in a tiny boat until it tragically capsized and he and his brother washed ashore to a foreign land, lifeless.

3 years old. It’s so unfair.

How privileged are my children for they do not know war or terror or starvation or death and they have the opportunity to laugh and play and learn. How fortunate are they to be sleeping in a warm bed at night and to wake in the morning and embrace another day of their young lives.

This too was little Aylan’s universal right. To wake up in the morning and greet the face of his family. To help himself to a sumptuous meal. To bask in the sun, play and get his hands dirty. To read nursery rhymes and fairytales. To learn how things work, how plants grow. To go to school and have friends. To grow up. To experience love and pain. To live.

All these taken away too soon because of selfish and heartless government and laws. We live in such a cruel world and at the expense of the innocent.

So tonight, after an eventful day at work or from wherever you are coming from, do a little extra. Shower your little one with kisses and hug him a little tighter. Appreciate that you have the TIME to watch their chests rise and fall when they sleep, to read to them, to sing to them. To see them learn to crawl and walk and jump and utter their first words, to call you Mama. To hear them cry and laugh. To look into their eyes, to hold their tiny hands. Express your love and be thankful.

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How his story should have ended…

Photo source: Steve Dennis

And to the rest of the world, there’s something that needs to be done soon NOW. The urgency is palpable.

We don’t have to live in hate.

xx

DMV

Hey little Lady

Hey little lady,
Your eyes glimmering tears
In the wake of an uncertain morning.

Hey little lady,
Clad in your fears
Treading a life of misgiving.

You think you’ve gone mad,
Unsure of your wants
Living in days of misfortune.

The world is a complicated façade,
Of happy lies
Fading too soon.

Hey little lady,
Oh how well you do
The blank face that you wear.

A dark and deep tunnel
Of sinister thoughts,
Well hidden, all unaware.

Hey little lady,
Your world is but pretty,
Nothing is worthwhile.

It is all so bitter,
Of hate and of anger,
Not a hint of a smile.

Hey little lady,
Down on both knees
For an endless unanswered prayer.

Freeing a hopeless sigh
And not of relief,
Praying for someone to care.

Alone, all alone
is what you choose to know,
and no one will understand.

All the incredible chaos
Going through your head
That seem to never end.

Hey little lady,
Please see of the beauty,
Go open your eyes.

To sunshine and rainbows,
And flowers in bloom,
And a daydream of paradise.

Hey little lady,
Oh please do hang on,
Just a little bit longer.

All these in time
Will fade into memory,
A new life will uncover.

Your world will be beautiful
As you journey on,
All the ugly will someday be over.

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Hey little lady,
please wait and see
what life may have for you…

xx

DMV

(Photo courtesy: IPSY)