School zone is NOT a war zone
Earlier this afternoon, heartbreaking news were announced on the media:
A 17-year-old student stabbed his teacher in a barbaric manner inside the classroom. The egregious act took place inside the « Ibn Rachiq Secondary School » in Ezzahra. The teacher was rushed into the ER and the doctors proclaimed that he was in a very critical state. He is currently undergoing surgery for the multiple severe injuries he sustained to the head, face and shoulder. As for the young perpetrator, he flew the scene after dropping the weapon, only to turn himself in later on.
The assault caused havoc and panic to reign within the students. The repugnant crime they witnessed left them in shock, the same way it appalled the public when the news broke. This case should be a wake-up call. Similar cases have been happening more frequently in the last couple of years and school violence should be considered as one of the most pressing matters of nowadays that should be looked into therefore making attempts to prevent it. Recent studies showed that violence manifests by 32% in Tunisian schools and the rate is at its highest in high schools where it reaches 54%. This rapidly escalating rate is highly alarming, and it gets us wondering who’s to blame in such cases?
The parents who may have failed to communicate positive behaviors or the unremitting abuse the children may have sustained in an environment where they were supposed to be safe, or is the bullying that they have been subject to relentlessly, or is it the flagitious images and cases of extreme violence that they are exposed to constantly throughout the news, the internet and social media, or maybe it’s no one else’s fault and the problem is routed back to psychological anguish and mental health issues that haven’t been diagnosed and treated thoroughly?
The causes are multifarious, and a single one or a combination of them may contribute into the dissemination of this vile issue.
This is a call for the parents and for the schools to provide children with unbridled care and abundant love. They also need to be on the alert to spy on any sudden change in behavior or unusual outbursts. This is also a call to authorities who need to ensure safety at schools and to take the appropriate measures to prevent such a gruesome scenario of repeating itself. The government needs to guarantee that every child is entitled to psychological evaluations and therapy sessions at schools. Such heinous crimes shall not be tolerated, and it’s about time the government invests time and effort to ascertain a safer future, safer schools and well-cared for children who would grow into rational and lucid individuals who would help make this country a better and a safer place.
The Syria-Turkey Earthquake
How heartwrecking it is to wish for a bit of calm, just few seconds of composure, few glimpses of rest. The ground always threatened to open and swallow them, but they loved it. The earth they were walking on was a glass that was about to shatter, but they adored it. For little kids, it didn’t matter if the whole world was collapsing outside. They had a house and their family was around. But even that was lost.
On the 6th of February 2023, Syria and Turkey lived through the horrors of an earthquake that tore down families and took so many precious lives. Even to think about that is heart-aching. When you hear about an earthquake, you can’t really get calm thoughts and your heart races. You keep wondering about those who made it out of the ruins and those who didn’t. Those whose hands were shaking, but didn’t get to the other side. Those whose hearts were trembling, but the roofs that once protected them weighed too heavily on their shoulders and they were chained. Your lungs won’t find air to breathe and you’ll swallow your heart. You’ll grieve the people who lost everything in a game they didn’t even play.
In the midst of the chaos, a seven year old from Damascus spent seventeen hours under a rubble and placed her hands over her brother’s head, protecting him. She loves him more than anything. Although the roof over their heads fell to their little shoulders, she used it to hold her most precious belongings, her brother.
Once you see that, it never leaves your head. It’s murderous, but beautiful. It’s agonizing, but inspiring. She wrapped him around her like like two branches of a sturdy oak tree, surviving the storm that had ravaged their home. She held tight onto him for he was the cornerstone of her family, the words carved on her heart, and half her soul. The walls of her home may have crumbled, but her love for it remained unshaken. As long as she was next to him, she’ll still have a home.
A soundless scream echoes in the stillness of the night. A call to arms, a cry for help in the face of fright. When your whole world collpases, the loss of everything you’ve ever loved and everything you’ve ever known leaves a wound that even a lifetime cannot stitch. If what they say about hope being synonymous with life, I wish Turks and Syrians never lose it, not to die twice.
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