“Stolen childhood ” I look through the window and imagine another world with colours and hope, a world where there is no more war A world where I can run, play and dance under the sun, moon and starts a world where my mother tells me a story about the starts and space each night without being afraid of the sound of bombs in my town. I have grown up in a war zone were I wasn’t fighting because I was still a child, but I was the biggest hero and fighter in this war, fighting for a home, family, school were all my asks.. Waking up in the morning to a sky so grey and wonder, is it our fault as children to be in this war? And still wonder is there an end of a war we didn’t choose, to be the main victim of a dark cold war ?!… Poem by : Sahir Noah

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Oil painting on canvas

Size 120*90 cm

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By Salam Noah

“Stolen childhood ” I look through the window and imagine another world with colours and hope, a world where there is no more war A world where I can run, play and dance under the sun, moon and starts a world where my mother tells me a story about the starts and space each night without being afraid of the sound of bombs in my town. I have grown up in a war zone were I wasn’t fighting because I was still a child, but I was the biggest hero and fighter in this war, fighting for a home, family, school were all my asks.. Waking up in the morning to a sky so grey and wonder, is it our fault as children to be in this war? And still wonder is there an end of a war we didn’t choose, to be the main victim of a dark cold war ?!… Poem by : Sahir Noah
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