His name is Omran Daqneesh. He is five years old. He is in Aleppo, Syria.
I cannot bear to look at him. I cannot bear to look away.
As a parent, as a person, I am gripped by sorrow.
The sky shall not split asunder with mending angels descending.
Bombs and death is the only rain.
God is in our hands, to give succor as we ought.
Who shall provide water and safety and care?
The war is not ending, but we can help stave off death a little longer.