Naviah’s

Mission

My heart bears the weight of shame, not only for the internal constraints within our borders but also for the extensive repercussions of ongoing conflicts in the Middle East. This sense of shame transcends our government’s actions and political absurdities; it extends to encompass the shared responsibility of the Western world.

Amidst the labyrinth of political complexities and regional conflicts, I cannot ignore the poignant struggle of refugees in the Middle East. The daily hardships faced by individuals and families, desperately seeking safety and a semblance of normalcy, heighten the shame I carry. It serves as a stark reminder that my own country and the broader Western world hold a collective responsibility to address this humanitarian crisis. We must extend a helping hand, advocate for compassionate policies, and work collaboratively to support those forcibly displaced.

Waking up to the daily struggles, witnessing social gaps, and grappling with fading politics that defy recognition, I recognize the urgency to break the silence and take collective action. This shame cannot be borne in isolation; it’s a rallying cry to the entire Western political landscape to halt the war machine in the Middle East.

To my fellow young people across borders, it is imperative to unite, read, educate ourselves, and amplify our voices in demanding an end to conflicts that perpetuate suffering. Let’s transform this shame into a force for change, urging our governments to prioritize diplomatic solutions over military interventions.

As a young person deeply rooted in my homeland, I appeal to my own country to shift its focus towards constructive dialogues of peace. It’s time to transcend political divisions and foster understanding, paving the way for a future where the shackles of war no longer define our existence.

The haunting reality of living in a country at war looms large, where certain sounds of conflict have become oddly familiar, almost calming in their routine. It is a surreal and unsettling sensation, instilling a fear of growing accustomed to the very things that should disturb us. The desperation to break free from this unsettling normalcy intensifies, prompting a profound longing for a life untouched by the echoes of war.