Stolen Cheldren - "Stolen childhood "
I look through the window and imagine another world with colours and hope, a world where there is no more war
A world where I can run, play and dance under the sun, moon and starts
a world where my mother tells me a story about the starts and space each night without being afraid of the sound of bombs in my town.
I have grown up in a war zone were I wasn't fighting because I was still a child, but I was the biggest hero and fighter in this war, fighting for a home, family, school were all my asks..
Waking up in the morning to a sky so grey and wonder, is it our fault as children to be in this war?
And still wonder is there an end of a war we didn't choose, to be the main victim of a dark cold war ?!...
Poem by : Sahir Noah
Oil painting on canvas
Size 120×90 cm
By Salam Noah