BY Abdul Wahid
In a world drowned in the noise of war, hatred and division, a little child quietly holds up a sign: PEACE. Not a protestor, not a politician—just a child, whose innocence hasn’t yet been corrupted by borders, greed or violence.
The picture says it all—tiny hands holding up the Earth, pleading with us to pause. To reflect. To feel.
What kind of world are we really building for them?
Is this the future we’re handing over—a world consumed by hatred and fear?
Even those who claim to be “civilized,” the very ones who preach peace and diplomacy, have become the loudest voices of aggression. They speak in tones of power and threat—“I will do this,” “I will not spare them”—as if might makes right.
Where is that so-called civilized world now?
Where the voices that once called for are dialogue, compassion and understanding? And who will answer this innocent child’s silent question?
A question that echoes louder than any speech:
“Why have you filled my future with fear? “What bedtime stories will they grow up hearing—missile strikes or moonlight dreams?
Today, our children are forced to understand things they never should.
They ask why bombs fall, why people die, why no one is helping.
And sadly, we have no honest answers.
The Muslim world bleeds in silence. Gaza. Yemen. Syria. Sudan.
The cries of children echo in empty chambers of power.
Yet here stands a child—not with anger, but with hope.
This is not just art. It’s a mirror.
It reflects our failure as adults—and offers a gentle plea:
Let peace be louder than war.
Let humanity win, not politics.
Let our children inherit a world worth dreaming in.
The writer is Sr. Manager Administration in Pak China Investment Company Limited.
