Imagine yourself being 7 again. Being this curious little child.
Imagine being forced to wake up to the sound of bullets, screams, and the sounds of missiles attacking your city.
With nothing to protect yourself, but prayers. You're forced to grow up quick. With no decent childhood. Forced to take care of your little sister who's been beaten for protesting. Taking care of your mom because she's too weak to carry on. Having to have a fake smile on your face, and lie to your younger siblings telling them everything is going to be alright. When you have no voice, it's hard to be heard. Hoping, and praying that God will provide another day, for you and your family.
Being forced to live with the fact that you're being called a "terrorist". Too young to even know the meaning. When you see your own people shedding blood for your country, you're not sure if there's more to this world. You'll question your existence. It'll drive you crazy. The world will view you as a sick individual. Because media will have a huge part in this, the painted pictures, the twisted lies, and the government.
But you go on, you strive, you fight, because it's your country. You want to be able to prove everyone else that you deserve the basic human rights that society has stripped from you. You'll become stronger, and become wise, and become an icon for the oppressed.
Living by the last 3 words your father told you, "Existence is Resistance."