They Inherit the Ashes —Children of a War Without End

They Inherit the Ashes —Children of a War Without End

Dedicated to all innocent children affected by war and conflict.

Children are meant to be symbols of innocence, hope, and the promise of a better future. They are not meant to starve. They are not meant to sleep under rubble. They are not meant to witness death, displacement, and despair. Yet, in Gaza, this is the cruel reality forced upon thousands of children every single day.

A whole generation is growing up amid destruction, their childhoods stolen by war. Many have lost their homes, their parents, their siblings. Their dreams have been replaced by nightmares, and the comforting sounds of lullabies by the deafening echoes of bombs and sirens. These children wake up not to cartoons or school bells but to the fear that they might not survive another day.

Children in Gaza are starving in a land once filled with life and laughter. They are buried beneath collapsed buildings, wandering through streets reduced to dust, trying to find safety where there is none. They live in a world where survival has replaced play, and silence has replaced song.

Starvation is not just a headline. It’s the hollow eyes of a child who hasn’t eaten in days. It’s the haunting image of tiny hands reaching for bread that isn’t there. It’s the slow erosion of life in the silence of a forgotten world. While the world debates and delays, children are dying—not metaphorically, not hypothetically, but in reality.

They are not just statistics. They are sons and daughters. They had names, voices, personalities, and dreams. Some wanted to become teachers, doctors, artists, or simply to play in peace. But their lives were interrupted by forces beyond their understanding. For those who survive, they are left to carry trauma that most adults could never bear. For those who have already died, their lives were stolen before they had a chance to even begin.

For the survivors, the war does not end when the bombing stops. Their future will be a constant struggle with the trauma they have experienced—memories that will haunt them for years to come. Healing will be a long and painful journey, and many may never find peace.

This is not just a humanitarian crisis. It is a moral one. What does it say about the world we live in if we cannot protect our most vulnerable? If we cannot ensure that children, no matter where they are born, have the basic right to live, to feel safe, to grow up with dignity?

To every person, every nation, every leader who supports or justifies this war: you have blood on your hands. The suffering of these children is a direct result of inaction, indifference, or support for violence. History will remember. The cries of these children will echo far longer than your silence.

We must not forget that the war machine is also fueled by our own choices. The stocks we invest in, the companies we support, and the merchandise we purchase often contribute directly or indirectly to the violence and oppression that devastates regions like Gaza. Every product, every brand, and every transaction can either support or challenge these systems. The corporations that profit from war—through arms sales, military contracts, or exploiting conflict—have their blood on their hands as well. We must question our complicity and recognize that the power to create change lies not only in governments but also in the choices we make as consumers.

Silence is not neutrality. Ignoring their pain is not compassion. Every moment of inaction is a moment of suffering for a child who did not choose this life. For those who are gone, their light was extinguished far too soon.

We owe it to them to speak up. To care. To humanize. To demand change. No child should have to grow up with trauma as their only companion—or war as their only memory. The world loses something sacred every time a child’s life is erased by violence.

The children of Gaza are not alone. Across Syria, Yemen, Afghanistan, and many other conflict zones, children continue to bear the brunt of violence and destruction. We must not forget their suffering.

  • Let us not look away.
  • Marianne Rothmann
  • Cultural Communicator