I need help. I cannot bear witness on my own. If I feel that other people are sharing this child’s innocent dignified sorrow with me, I might be able to continue. He is a child yet he has been wrenched out of his childhood into a cruel, insane world of devastating suffering. To me he has put on hundreds of years after he had witnessed and experienced unspeakable horrors. He holds back the tears because a childish innate wisdom tells him that he has to hold on and to muster immense fortitude in order to raise his young voice loud and clear and bear witness so that his wiped out family and neighbors who were buried under the rubble and debris of their homes as the Scud missile hit their humble homes in their sleeping village, so that their deaths might not be in vain, so that they will be remembered and mourned.He knows what is to be done as he stands like a young sturdy tree facing the microphone. I shall let him speak, for the following is a translation of his words:
We were asleep at ten o’clock when it hit(the Scud missile). We rushed outside screaming please help us, but those whom we were calling for were in need of help themselves. We returned inside to get the children out…My grandfather’s house was hit directly by the missile and he was killed with my cousins, 40 of them. My grandmother was pulled out of the rubble in four pieces while my aunt has not been found yet. I wish to understand, why is he( Basar Al-Assad) doing this? Is he asserting his power over the weak? Even the stones are demolished…We pulled my cousins out, handsome young men, one of them was praying. Whom can you talk to? We keep calling Mahmoud, Abbas…but they are all dead. A pregnant woman nearing her time was also dug out. her husband was saving his money to take her to the hospital. A child no more than one week old was brought to the surface. It broke his father’s heart. He is at the graveyard now guarding his grave and the graves of the other children. He went out of his mind. Children? Nothing remained of them but severed heads and slippers… We thought it was an earthquake…I was hurt and fainted, but I did not want to tell my father I was in pain because he is very sensitive. I told him I was fine. As we were trying to save the people we were hit again so that the rescuers needed to be rescued themselves.
Here ends the child’s testimony