In the very cold temperature of minus 4 -2 degrees Celsius, the little girl come without socks, without shoes, event a piece of footwear.
Tin and olive trees shaped like a giant broccoli became our sights along the snaking path towards Aleppo, the second largest city in Syria after Damascus, which was also the most dangerous areas. Aid trucks piled at the edge of the street. The houses aid from various NGOs (Non Government Organizations) humanitarian and refugee camps regime victims lined the Syrian-Turkish border, sometime ago when I arrived there.
Aleppo, the old city with high buildings like shophouses. Bricks adorn the streets. Markets began crowded of activites. Now, Aleppo did’nt like centuries ago. Debris and ruins were visible everywhere. Many houses were destroyed by the blast. The ruins that littered the streets. The streets were blocked rubble. The damage is so great.
Abu Nizam, Humanitarian NGO activists in Syria Saleem Sadeer drove us to saw the condition about this City. Then, we stopped at a school. Just walking out of the car, stepped the first time, the sound of explosions could be heard not far from there. “..Buumm ..”
Abu Nizam glance, raising his shoulders. “This is an example of the sound of the explosion was that we heard,” he said, pointing to the former bomb that fell in a school yard. Army Assad regime is routinely dropping rockets and birmill. Birmill is a large vat containing bombs and large flake irons that if the burst can destroy anything within a radius of 200 meters around.
“Schools in Aleppo entirely were closed and stopped now because of schools has become the target of bombing Bashar Assad’s army,” said Abu Nizam. In addition to a large aperture of the former bomb, there are also former Assad forces shot bullets at the school. After seeing the moment, we continue with a trip to Madrasah Al Fatih is not far from there.
This time, there was a big hole in the ground, but the height of the building was melted. Veins of iron bones out of the building. The building was destroyed, the debris scattered about. “Seventeen boy died in this school. In the last ten days alone, 400 people were injured and many die as a result of drone attacks Assad, “said Abu Nizam.
When the kids in Indonesia is carefree joy of playing, in Syria, they are used as targets for attack. Look at when we visited a school on the outskirts of Aleppo, Madrasah Imam Ahmad Ibn Hanbal. Look when a bomb-birmill it fell into a large field surrounded by three grade levels.
The permission of God, birmill did’nt explode. If exploded then hundreds of innocent boys will killed instantly. But besides birmill, mortars were spewed Assad plane. Most of the building was destroyed. Roofs collapsed, until that ruins strewn in the streets.
Hamida, a 11-year-old girl is now just live alone. Staying with other friends in Ma’had Imam Ahmad Ibn Hanbal after his mother’s death hit by mortars and bombs from aircraft.
“Hamidaah …” last shouted of his mother, as told Fatma, who’s now caring for elderly woman Hamida in Mahad Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal. Screams into last cry, before Hamida heard a huge sound. “..Buummm …”. Smoke rose high. In the thick dust, his father immediately digging school ruins and trying to find his wife who had lost a large bomb hit, but all in vain.
The father becomes depressed, crazy, then some where to go. Now, Hamida live alone, so lonely. Fortunately, Mahad Imam Ahmad provides a temporary residence for Hamida. The whole school were closed, to maintain the security of the boys from the attack aircraft ready lurk.
“Pray for my mother may be placed in Heaven,” said Hamida his eyes filled with tears. “I want to back to school,” he recalls. “The children here if you want their schools need thick socks,” said Fatma added. At that time, invisible socks are attached at the foot of Hamida.
“In class they are cold, some even don’t have shoes. But what makes the emotion, they keep the spirit to continue to learn, to school, “said Fatma, softly. In the ambient temperature of minus 4 -2 degrees Celsius, the little girl come without socks, without shoes, without event a piece of footwear.
My Friend beside me, then give a scarf to Hamida. He prayed that someday Hamida into student achievement. Suddenly, I didn’t realized why these eyes filled with tears. The other friend wiping her tears were already running down the cheeks. When we use the super thick jackets, see how Hamida just use ordinary clothes, without earmuft, no skullcaps, no scarf, no socks, or our waterproof shoes.
Hamida just want to back to school again, sipping sweet The Qur’an. She try to sincere for her parents, may meet in Heaven someday. Aamiin. I once again realized how grateful live in my Country. Alhamdulillah
(Rizki Lesus, Humanitarian Journalist at #Road4Peace)