In times of war, it’s easy to focus on headlines and geopolitics, but behind every bombed or devastated city, there is an innocent and defenseless child whose perception, view, thought, and imagination have been polluted or truncated and negatively restructured.
A child who once played, laughed, and dreamed—now silent in the shadow of smoke and rubble.
This is not just about war. This is about the children caught inside it. It’s a popular saying: “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
But when that principle plays out in war, it doesn’t just cost eyes or teeth—it destroys lives,cripples dreams and dimmed the hope of survival. It turns homes to rubble.
It leaves children without parents or relatives, without shelter or safety and make them roam aimlessly and toss around by wave of life to an unknown destination.
In Gaza today, children live under constant threat and groan in an empty stomach. There is no way home.
Even the most basic survival needs, like clean water, have become a daily struggle.
Society tells them to be phenomenal.
The world tells them to be optimistic.
Even the people meant to help them tell them to “be strong!”
But what does strength mean?, When their lives are being mercilessly wasted, the blood of innocent children splattered to wet the earth, and the solutions are ignored?
These children have watched people die before their eyes.
They are not growing with the optimism of having a dream fulfilled
They are being shaped, rewired, or violently oriented by sights of bloodshed, bloodbath and death of loved ones.
How can we say they are the leaders of tomorrow when they can barely survive today?
We say it over and over: “Children are the leaders of tomorrow.” But tomorrow is being twisted and haunted by tormentors, vampires, and war criminals whose target on battle battlefield is at ill-fated and innocent children.
In Ukraine, bold but quiet children have been destroyed in cold-blooded wars—their innocence torn away. Separated from families. Ridden with fear and anxiety. Swallowed by pain and agony. Have you ever watched someone you love die? Then maybe you can understand. Shot by men.Taken away in moments. These children played no part in the offenses committed by their so-called defenders, yet they suffer every consequence.
This is not just about children being victims of war.
This is about how broken children grow into broken adults—
Clothed in pain. Covered in scars. Starved of affection.
And when they grow up, wild with grief and vengeance,
They may destroy the very nations we say they were meant to lead. And the cycle continues:
More war. More ruined families. More destruction.
A violent inheritance passed down again and again.
A future burning before it even begins.
So, this is a call. To every family around the world—pray for these mourning children. Hold them in your hearts as if they were your own.
To every religious institution, raise your voices. Offer aid. Intercede not just in spirit, but in action.
To every government and agency, refuse to be silent. Intervene where you can. Pursue peace, not vengeance.
Because while we fight for what we think is ours,
we are slowly destroying what matters most—our children.
And when the children are gone, the future is gone with them.
I am not a soldier.
I am not a politician.
I am not a hero.
I’m simply a witness—a voice crying out.
Because silence has already cost us too much.
And these children deserve more than our pity.
They deserve our action. They deserve to be secured, passionately protected, and cared for
