My Name is Fazia

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I am a Syrian child,
I am a casualty of war,
My name is Fazia.

You go to school and sing nursery rhymes
I hide in corners at the sound of bomb shells;
You hug your siblings and say “good night”
I hurdle with my sister on a mat in utter terror;
You go to sleep with a story read to you
I go to bed praying it wouldn’t be my last night;
You stroll into town waving at trams
I run on lonely roads away from fighter jets;
You decorate your house with pictures and flowers
My house is decorated with shrapnels and bullets;
You walk on paved streets, with street lights shining
I walk on streets littered with dead bodies, sometimes in the dark;
You are surrounded by beautiful houses
I am surrounded by ravaged and collapsed buildings;
You are surrounded by your mama, papa, and family
I…

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