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STOP in the name of love

When my gangly teens were newborns I would often fear they would stop breathing.

Stop the killing

Stop the killing in Syria

I wasn’t unusual most Mums and Dads do. I’d wake in the night and hold my own breath until I heard their sibilant sleepy sighs. Their signs of life. Sometimes when they were ill and coughing I would sit by their cots as if somehow my very presence kept them breathing. I would will them to breathe, and in the wee hours rung out from exhaustion, in a hazy dawn half-light I would thank God that they had made it through another night.

I would sometimes think of what they would do with their lives, where they would go, who they would be, who they would love. They would always have my love, and their family’s love. I believed it was a powerful thing, that love would shepherd them through childhood until they were adults.

I never doubted that our love would not, could not keep them safe.

I know now that I was wrong.

It wasn’t the strength of our love that kept them safe, it was by sheer good fortune that they were born into a comfortable middle class family in peaceful Auckland, New Zealand.

Not Rawanda, or Afghanistan… or Syria.

Last week, on the 25th May 2012 49 children were murdered in the Syrian town of Houla. They weren’t killed, snuffed out whilst sleeping, or even killed quickly. They were murdered one by one. In front of their families. One by one. In front of their mothers, whose love failed to keep them safe.

Their mothers were murdered alongside the innocent.  Some of them were raped before they died. Some watched helplessly as their babies were butchered in front of their disbelieving eyes.

I thought I could write a hard hitting post, telling you about the atrocities carried out on the innocents in Houla. But I cannot articulate the horror of children beheaded, babies without arms, children with half-moon broken skulls. What words are there to describe such evil?

I can’t describe the evil in a man’s head that enables him to take a machete and dismember a two year old’s face. I don’t understand it.

But I can add my voice to the Save the Children petition which calls for strong legislatively binding Resolution to Protect Children, which will bring the full force of International law down on anyone attacking children and other civilians.

My love can’t keep these children safe, but my voice, my signature, may do so. Yours could too. Please sign the petition and call for an end to the violence. We need to stop this now. In the name of love – the love of humankind.

 

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  • http://bloggertropolis.blogspot.com/ Steve

    Words and belief fail me when I read news stories like this. They say love conquers all things… but sometimes I think the one thing it fails to conquer is mindless hate. Someone who can hurt a child surely cannot be thought of as human?

    • vegemitevix

      They aren’t human. They are completely dissociated, inhuman automatons focussed on collateral damage.

  • http://21stcenturymummy.com 21st Century Mummy

    Broke my heart reading this. Have signed the petition. Feel helpless, wish there was more we could do.

    • vegemitevix

      Thank you for signing the petition. I wish I could do more also. Vix x

  • ChaoticallyMe

    I too feel helpless and lost for what to say or do after hearing about the horror that has fallen upon these innocent children.

    I still find myself peering into my kids bedroom on the way to mine. I too hold my breath, mentally ticking off each one breathing peacefully. You’re so right, we feel like our attentiveness and love keeps our kids safe but when it all boils down to it we just lucked out on the dice roll with the society we were born into.

    Beautifully written. I’ve signed the petition and will pass the link on.

    • vegemitevix

      Thank you so much for your comment and for signing the petition and passing it all. Everyone needs to make noise about this, I believe.

  • http://twitter.com/coombemill Coombe Mill (Fiona)

    pushing an important message, well done

  • vegemitevix

    So do I Anna, with all my heart.