Omran Daqneesh. An infant, barely 4/5 years old. A victim of the incessant hellfire that rains upon #Syria, courtesy of Western backed air strikes determined to obliterate ISIS.
His house was blown into oblivion by one of several of these bombs. He doesn’t know where his mother, his father is. Or if they are even alive…
He was rescued from underneath the mound of rubble that was now his house. Bloody, broken, speechless, emaciated.
A rescuer extricated him from underneath the mulch of bricks and concrete, and helped him on to an ambulance. The chair he occupied inside the ambulance was orange in colour. And the occupant himself sat motionless, stunned as he stared on blankly, unblinking, at nothing. His face was laced with blood…and dust…a mixture of both layered his whole body.
He was surprised if anything to see smears of blood on his face. He would try to wipe them away but in vain. And then he would resume his deadpan stare. It was as if he’d left behind all the sins, war, the hatred and bloodshed that plagues this world and resolved to sit quiet and maintain this unblinking stare…
Immediately after coming across Daqneesh’s photo, I also found the following video on you tube based on the words of Carl Sagan. “The Pale Blue Dot”, where he says-
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
Being the occupants of this strange, pale blue dot, we have been witnesses to many a things. The Earth is seemingly inebriated in sin, hatred, pain and sorrow. This small blue dot, hides so many untold tales of grief, of sorrow and of pain.
Omran Daqneesh and this video today, has made me realize how petty and negligible I am as a human being.
It has rendered me to be lonely…detached…