An image of injured boy from Syria draws attention currently. He just lost almost everything, but he didn’t cry; instead, he was sitting in an orange seat in the back of an ambulance, maybe wondering which one of fault that made him deserves to go through such thing.
And again, in this very small note, I realized how that picture has drown me into a memory. In the past time, when i was 12, I used to have a friend from Syria. Facebook connects people, right? She was my friend even before Syria turned into a hell. I just wanted to let you know that at first, i always kept in touch with her and worried about everything. There, she always said that she’s fine. Syria doesn’t hurt her that much. Time passes and suddenly she doesn’t use Facebook as much; there’s no green button next to her name on my chat list. I claimed something happen, and in short time, I left Facebook just like the other people. But time heals, and time rebuild. Today i tried my best to get my Facebook back–I accidentally forgot the password after 3 years of not using it.
I was in God’s blessing today, that i could open my Facebook again and i checked how she’s been doing… She’s doing okay. She lives in Turkey now just like the other Syrian refugees. I hope that she’ll feel like home, wherever she goes. And my prays goes for Syria, as always.