When we see books and pencils in our hands instead of weapons, Ali, Pakistan


My own country is where kids wait and are excited for the morning to carry their bags, and go to schools, and where they found armed mens on the gate of the schools to stop them and where they see on their eyes when their schools are destroyed and blown up by Taliban’s.

Being a Journalist, Social worker, and belonging to a political family where my innocent brother was killed just because he promoted children’s education, I have been forced to flee. Though it is painful but my courage is high.

by Ali, Malaysia

by Ali, Malaysia
posted: Tuesday, 10th June, 2014

1 family torn apart by war is too many

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