War Child

The tears that hurt the most, the cry which pains the most, the tears which never wet your eyes.. The silent tears.. Pain without tears.. Tears without water..

This is not a ramble.. This is something understood by the ones who have felt it. When you cry so much, that the eyes dry up, never to wet again. When you have seen so much pain, that the pain becomes your existence. When, when you know death by first name, and death is what is your friend, your enemy, your soul mate. Death is what makes you live, death is what makes you move, death is what rules you. When the only dance you have seen is of fear and chaos, of hatred and death. That is when you are born, a "War Child"...

Do you remember the "Blood Diamond"? Do you remember the "Baai"?

Emmanuel Jal.. The war child.. The soul of a man, who survived all the odds to tell the world a story of hope and faith.. A river that flew against every possible obstacle.. A journey of "hundred miles, that began with just one step."

Emmanuel, who was born in war torn Sudan, whose childhood was like any other child, who wanted to grow up to his naive dreams.. Everything came crashing down with the war, the war for oil. Dragged in hatred, dumped by destiny, he found himself following the war cry, in the shoes of a child soldier. The journey from a naive kid, to a child soldier, to be one of the thousands of lost children.. Killed by time, surviving on faith, Emmanuel lives to tell his tale!

WAR CHILD.. A must read for the one who try to define black and white.. War Child, a must for the ones like me, who crush themselves against the small turmoils of life.. War Child, a must read for me, you, he, she, everyone..

In Emmanuel's own words: "I had sown a seed and happy are those who sow in tears, for they shall reap in joy."