Wishes-
This post was inspired by a story called Fly Me Up. The story is based on Tiffany Singh, A social-practice artist who works with the local community. One of Tiffany’s works is called “Fly Me Up To Where You Are”. Basically, a bunch of flags are hung up. On those flags are the dreams of the community’s youth. Right below is my wish on a flag.
March 22, 2022-
My POV of the previous day-
Mom keeps telling me it’s just a holiday, but I know it’s not. I don’t understand why she’s trying to hide it from me. It’s blatantly obvious that we’re running from the war. Mom still thinks that I think that we’re going on a holiday. I guess I should keep this unaware facade up. It seems to give Mom a false sense of security, knowing that her kid isn’t aware of the horrors that are occurring around us. Snapping back to the reality, Mom and I hop onto a bus, It’s destination, The Polish-Ukrainian border. We sit down. Everyone around us has worried expressions. Once again, hinting at the fact that this isn’t a holiday. Having sat down near a window. I could see for myself, the absolute destruction we were driving past. Buildings were leveled, Bridges were collapsed. Raging infernos filled the sky with a thick layer of smoke, blocking out the sun. At this point, even a small child could figure out what was really going on. Mom seems to have given up on the whole “We’re going on a Holiday” act. Now, she’s on her phone, calling up the rest of the family. A couple hours pass by and we’re still on the bus, riding through the war-torn country of Ukraine. Looking out the window, the same old ravaged city was still there. I could hear the distant echoes of gunfire all around the bus. Maybe this is just a dream, maybe this is just one really long and traumatic dream. Maybe if I were to just doze off, I’d wake up snug in my bed. I could only hope it was a dream. But reality is a cruel thing. All this thinking has tired me. I can’t concentrate properly, my brain is overheating. Maybe I should take a nap. Yeah…….. I should, after all, what’s the worst that could happen.
This piece was written because of a reading project
| Sacrifice
Something you love Sacrifice yourself Sacrifice your money and time |
Family
Strong bonds Care for one another Fight for each other Supporting each other |
Hope
Achieving your dreams To have motivation Keep pushing forward, no matter what |
Kindness
Respect others Forgive others Be charitable towards others. |
| Friends and family
Their homes Money and food Their culture and history |
Praying for each other
Losing relatives to the war Caring for each other in shelters |
To be free from war
To have peace To have food and shelter To reunite with their families |
Care from World Vision and other volunteers
Free shelter and food |
Yesterday in reading, my group and I read an article about the current conflicts in Ukraine. This article talked about how the families of Ukraine are coping and dealing with the events from the war. The article talked about one family who was evacuating. The mother of that family told her kids that they were only going on a ‘holiday’, to keep her kids from knowing the horrors of war. Other families were talked about, and how much they have suffered. After reading this article, we had to work on something called a Role on the Wall. We had to use a empty template of a person. That person would be a child who has suffered from the war. On the inside, we would put what we assumed the feelings of the child were. On the outside, we would put the things creating those feelings. The black words are the inner feelings, and the blue words are the things creating the inner feelings.