Let me tell you a small story here.
I visited the school library while in my 5th standard. Reached out for the Malayala Manorama Yearbook and scrolled right to the Superlatives section. I happened to bump into a very interesting name. Damascus! The word Damascus had a peculiar tone to it. It had a punch to its name. A pretty strong name. The superlative attached to Damascus was that it used to be the oldest capital city in the world.
I am not sure if it still is the oldest capital city in the world.
Because it is/was the capital of Syria. The Syria which is now associated with ISIS. The Syria which is associated with child killings. The Syria associated with the mass exodus of refugees. The Syria which is also associated with Love Jihad specifically with God’s Own DUMB Country, Kerala, here in India.
Right from the Peshawar terrorist attack (http://backpunch.in/odetopeshawars-childhood/) on a school to the bombing of hospitals killing children in Syria has destroyed the childhood love for the name Damascus!!
To the Al-Assads and to the Putins, you are pushing people’s dreams and hopes far, far into oblivion.
We have a country on this planet earth sleeping to the sounds of bombs which are now lullabies to the children. Mothers holding back tears just to show how strong they are for their children. There needs to be a way for a rainbow to be born. There needs to be a way for scars in every heart to heal and every human to be far from this ordeal. We need to search for a new dawn to bask in a peaceful beginning.
Let there be a day when eyes welled up with tears, drenched words with sobs are replaced with smiles sailing on lofty dreams with every child piloting the chariot into the azure sky.