سوورین

Two feet severed before they could walk through life... Dreams withered before they could bloom... A childhood stolen before it could experience its innocence... Four-year-old Batoul has known nothing of this world but pain, tasted nothing but the bitterness of loss. What is the sin of this innocent soul? What is her fault in wars she did not start? What crime has she committed in a world that has lost its humanity? She endures what even the mightiest mountains cannot bear, and she smiles despite her small body bearing wounds that will not heal. What strength in weakness, what innocence amidst cruelty! If only our hearts could encompass her pain... If only our hands could reach out to help her... If only the world's consciences would awaken to the cry of an innocent child... Batoul... You are stronger than what has happened to you, and greater than all this pain 💔