The children play.

Pieces of rubble become construction bricks, they play.

Plastic bags and leftover strings are transformed into balls, they play.

Ragged clothes become head-scarves that shield hot faces from the scorching sun and still, they play.

Broken down homes replaced by tents become a place where friends are made.

Fetching water and splashing each other in laughter, drowning out the distant sounds of exploding bombs. Oh how they play!

Filling the desert place with innocence, joy and hope.

The children play.

And powerful men play carelessly with their care free lives.

 

“For I will fight those who fight you, and I will save your children”-Isaiah 49:25

 

photo credit: AP/Khalil Hamra

 

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