I played and cavorted along the streets of my town.
I chased dust motes and butterflies.
I laughed and giggled with my friends.
I was young and I was unaware of other things.
Times changed. Adults became uneasy.
Anger filled the air.
I was young and I was unaware of other things.
Then the bombs came.
The sky filled with smoke, cries and screams.
I was young but I was no longer unaware.
I stood and watched as the bodies and injured were brought in.
I stared at the horror that was called war.
I was young but no longer unaware.
I was no longer innocent.
By Rebecca El-Kher
Rebeea Libyan