When I heard Hani’s story I was struck by the way he talked of his experiences. He looks like any young child here in Australia, but what he has already witnessed in his young life is so far from what I can imagine, and so far from my understanding of childhood. He had seen death by an age I couldn’t even comprehend the word.
“We fled our house and the rockets were still coming…I’ve forgotten all my toys…they are gone now, they’re in pieces.”
He has been robbed of the innocent, happy childhood he deserves. How can we help him get some back?
Medium: Watercolour on Paper