An airstrike hit Aleppo a city in Syria, lives were lost, a child named Omran lost his home and his childhood that day, and several other families were displaced. Omran, lost his voice, fear equipped his body, the trauma inflicted upon him was visible and something inconceivable. There were no tears streaming down Omran's face, no cries or screams for his siblings or parents, he just sat there in utter shock and his silence spoke to the world.

There are many children just like this innocent boy, some are killed, others severely injured and then there are kids such as Omran who survive but are internally scarred. We call children like Omran lucky because he lived to see another day without forming any noticeable injuries, failing to recognize, the second he was picked up and put into that ambulance he was no longer just a five year old boy called Omran, he became a quintessence figure of war. He depicts all the other faceless children in such wars, who are so easily forgotten. Omran lost his older brother Ali who was ten years old, he will keep his sibling's demise in mind, his mother's tears will remember, and Ali will forevermore remain a memory for his family. Just like that Ali's whole existence came to an end, his life was stripped away and this was the case for countless other children under the age of eighteen. Syria, is losing it's future generation, her hands are tied, she is hurting and bleeding, death tolls are rising, but Syria's mourns are inaudible.

It seems as if there is a price tag placed on human blood and the lives lost these days, the discrepancy in all of this is alarming and shocking. No place should be held as superior or inferior, but it is and that is preposterous. Skin color, religion, and place of origin are merely a few terms, we all belong to the same earth. So, why do such meagre concepts dictate our roles in life? We are all one.

Many of us wanted to go and give Omran an enormous hug and tell him everything will be alright, however did we question the morality of all this? Our hearts wept but our minds did not think about the entirety of this situation. Have we become so numb or have we made ourselves this oblivious? Omran, is me and you, he is not a Syrian child but the world's child. He embodies our youth, our siblings playful mind, a laugh which can brighten up his family's face, and above all he is a human being with a beating heart, who has a beaming and humorous personality just like any other young boy.

Omran, is a representation of resilience, courage, strength and power. He should not have to be the portrayal of such words at this age but he is and Omran lives in us all. His tragedy has not yet played out its welcome and I pray it never does. I hope we can look back at Omran and wear his struggles on our sleeves, he has shed blood not on his name, but ours.

No amount of words or sympathy will ever suffice and it should not especially when the deceased start becoming random numbers which are being piled and added up. Families have lost their livelihood, loved ones, futures, and home land. There is so much devastation and chaos amidst all this violence. People are grieving and dying while the rest of us are watching. I wonder how presidents and world leaders sleep at night in their well protected bubbled houses, immersed in bloodshed for covering up their muffled muteness. The next time our 'grand' heads of state want to assemble, I expect them to speak about the rubble, blood and terror which subsequently embodied Omran. They need to take a step in the right direction and annihilate this callous savagery, so nobody else has to go through the stillness of such suffering which was felt by this blameless infant.

There is no need to fear these people, all they are trying to do is rise up and grasp for breath in a place where bombs and shootings are not part of their daily routine. Do not be scared, for these are all uncorrupt honest lives being wasted away because people are terrified to let down barriers and walls. I solemnly swear a five year old will not come crashing down your house with a gun in his hands asking you what religion you belong to, so do not be frightened.

The concept of peace seems to be quite far fetched, regardless, one can still hope and believe in humanity. Be the generation of well wishers for the future, not the abominable shadow of hatred.