I was a teenager when I faced the worst of humanity. I remember our house burning to the ground and my family fleeing Srebrenica,
hoping against hope for a chance to live. I remember the torture, and
the smell of blood. I didn’t know it yet, but I was living through the
worst genocide in Europe since the second world war. And afterwards, I
remember the promises of “never again”.
Those promises are being broken, hour after hour, day after day, in the deepening horror of east Aleppo.
More than 500,000 people have died since war began in 2011. Imagine it.
Years of cluster bombs, rockets and toxic gas raining down, funeral
after funeral, death after death, while the world looks on and watches
your country and your people being destroyed.
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