I heard the cries of babies trapped under the rubble of destroyed buildings.
I heard the pleas of men who begged the perpetrators to spare their women.
I heard the mourning women, beating their chests in front of their husband’s or son’s corpses.
I heard the screams of young ladies who were being subjected to harassment in solitude, and far worse, in front of their families.
I heard the rigorous gun shots, the bullets piercing through thousands of bodies.
And I heard the helpless civilians running for shelter here and there… Praying to the Almighty to grant them death before the perpetrators reach them.
… But the deafening silence of the World was still too loud. It was maddening– their incompetence in putting an end to the atrocities on Syrian people.