O child,
When you were the apple of a fairy tale\'s eye, a seven-headed dragon came and tore your dream curtain.
As you ran and played in the city streets, the deafening sounds of giant birds with iron wings shattered everything.
A cruel claw of steel settled on your little body.
This sinister and dark evil lifted your pure soul to the skies of eternity.
Yes, my child, you paid for your innocence by becoming motherless, fatherless, siblingless, homeless, hungry, thirsty and lifeless.
This natural purity was so blessed that nothing could defile it.
And now you are with the prophet Abraham for whom the fire was a rose garden.
Let the sound of your joy ring in the gardens of paradise...
Yes, my child,
You paid with your life the heavy price of remaining sinless in this false world that is becoming more and more worthless every day.
Even though everything was painful, you won.
Your tears created clouds of justice.
Your fears moved mountains.
Your laments confirmed that nothing will ever be the same.
While some hearts were petrified, many dead hearts were revived thanks to you.
And now,
We look at the noble and honorable footprints you left behind, your dusty toys and clothes, the pictures you drew on the walls with longing, gratitude, respect, deep and endless embarrassment.
Forgive us...
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