Jamil, Age 12
“The Janjaweed came on camels and horses, very fast. Sometimes two on one camel, with guns. Many soldiers, with guns. This one is a machine gun. They were shooting us.”
In the same exercise book, Jamil had drawn a man with a radio transmitter, drawn larger than the man: “We needed help. There was no one to protect us.”
In the same exercise book, Jamil had drawn a man with a radio transmitter, drawn larger than the man: “We needed help. There was no one to protect us.”
I remember when I was 12 I used to draw trees, houses and people. I did not even attempt to draw massacre mainly because I did not know about it. I guess most of the children draw nature because that is what they see every day. That is something they know the best. The children in Sudan, however know more about massacre than nature or family. Jamil's desperate cry penetrates my heart: "We needed help. There was no one to protect us" (Jamil). Where are the super heroes when you need one? Those children who should be enjoying their adolescence are waiting desperately for super heroes to save them from Janjaweed, but what are those super heroes doing? The average children strongly believe justice prevails no matter what, but do those children in Darfur have the same belief? What are we doing today to make them feel important? Why can't we all become super heroes to save them from the most horrifying terror?What can we do to restore their adolescence?
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