There are about 3 million Syrian refugees that are children and many of them are malnourished. Because many are not vaccinated, they are at risk of acquiring different illnesses. One Syrian refugee in Lebanon, a 19-month old, is suspected of having Polio - a virus which causes flu-like symptoms. Irreversible paralysis may also occur. The 19-month old has been experiencing right-sided paralysis. Polio is spread by droplets (coughing, sneezing) so it can be passed to others very quickly. I hope that doesn’t happen.
“Allah is the Protector of those who believe. He brings them out from Darkness into Light.”
“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”
Who needs monsters when you have thoughts.
I wanted to be someone you run to, not someone you run from.
I try to not think about certain things so that my heart wouldn’t take on the color of cigarette ashes, but even when I attempt to forgive others, I know I will never forgive myself.
I play mercy with the hands of time, knowing my hands will grow weary and old.
Anonymous asked: As i tip and thine bones break Across a wire of a frozen lake I hate to say it had been true As i reached the black i had lost all blue And falling i fell off that cliff Into a dead dark abyss I saw life in the darkest places Wrapped in the enigma of a thousand laces . I rushed back, but saw none till thine bone broke again.
This makes me smile because it’s mysterious and I love the way it’s written. Originality is what draws me to writing. Thank you for sharing again, I hope you’re having a lovely night/day/evening.
[P.S. Keep on writing please]
Daffy’s here ❤
This is my new friend, Daffy. Daffy has a broken bill. He/she comes to our house to eat and we give him/her bread. Sometimes the bread bounces away because of the broken bill but Daffy chases after and eventually eats it.