Brother, why are you crying? the boy
asks tenderly, and gazing at his hero with wonderment and awe, in
his inquisitiveness mind full of wonders and queries to his
hero sad feeling, his body also tensely focuses, widely open inferno eyes and observing his hero immense curricular curiosity,
further another hero dead body lay under ground,
wrapped with blankets, surreal ornamental of memory his childhood,
this is how his gift of freedom from his heroic brothers
fighting for him, freedom is granted in his beloved Syria in this way. this
will be his cherished yet terrifying memoir. The below picture showed that
this was a heavy battle ground few FSA were killed. I remember one of my
first memory of childhood was, encountering a red pamphlet of
propaganda- shackled farmers, that imprinted my memory vividly and I have been asking questions myself why in such vivid memory of. This heartbreaking yet
amusing images tells us the harsh reality of the battle ground how children endures such deadly encountering of their daily
life in revolution. His yet to incomprehensive world around him
greatly extended range of his wonderment that
; death bombs guns blood sufferings that is his childhood fable that conversing
his fertile soil in his Syria, we grown up dreaded knowing
but promising eerie optimism. I bet lots of people see themselves
in the paragon boy’s inquisitiveness.
