It’s in moments like these that I am filled with some unspoken form of joy, pride, and hope. Today marks the fourth anniversary of the growing mound of grief we have become. It is hard to come to terms with the thought that when this started I was a teenager that just turned sixteen and now I am twenty and in my third year of university, still alive. Four years later and I am still beating the odds, one torturous day after the other. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this is how my life would turn out; a constant fear of tomorrow. As this aggression continues to end the souls of many and leaving people homeless you would think that this is where it ends. You would think that the bombs are all we fear; those missile falling from the sky like comets just with the additional fear of death, but it is not, these four years have changed the place I call home. The pain lies here in the fact it hasn’t changed because of the destruction of homes or the death of people alone rather it has ended and slaughtered the humane side. Drugs are being smuggled into Yemen through Saudi in vast, infinite, and unthinkable amounts yet medicine can not cross the borders. The United Nations you may say has been sending their so-called “aid” that is all expired; wheat filled with worms, expired medications, and worst of all false implications. All the UN does is portray Yemen as a country undergoing famine and completely dismiss the main issue that is that we are being bombed, that we have been bombed for the past four years and that they have bloody hands involved in the death of many. The United Nations should be held accountable for all the destruction they took part in. Martin Griffith is in and out of Yemen constantly on his airplane while the Yemenis who are injured, the Yemenis that are in desperate need of surgery, the Yemenis that are at the verge of death are not allowed to fly by an airplane rather through land which takes days, just to cross the borders. I can not fathom how there are people out there who believe in the UN when they are the promoters of war, agony, pain, and death. They have indeed united to end our lives. How is it fair for the UN who has so much power to allow Saudi to close our airport? How is it humane to allow Saudi to control what comes in and out of Yemen? How is it even possible that those who need their kidney dialysis can not undergo the procedure because thanks to the United Nations they gave Yemen all the tools that are incompatible with the devices although they had a detailed description of the tools they needed and the specifications of the devices we have. I lie in disgust from the UN and I will never forgive them for panhandling in the name of my country. Yemen will rise and I know that for a fact because the will to go on, to surpass, to elevate, to rise runs through my blood and the blood of the 25 million Yemenis. It’s in moments like these, like today the 26th of March that I realize that I will never accept being a mound of grief; I am Yemeni. I am Yemeni, I stand tall and beat the odds. I am Yemeni and no one can take that away from me, not in a million years not even when I am burned into ashes after a missile falls on my body. I refuse to give the world’s worst criminals the joy of seeing my country burn, I will resist and fight till my last breathe even if I am the last person standing. The 26th of March is when this all started and today I relive the past four years and see how much I have grown and how much my country has changed. The people of Yemen might seem small and vulnerable but they are far from that they are some of the strongest people on the globe. The people of Yemen have sacrificed their blood to keep us safe, to keep me safe and for that I am eternally grateful to them and to be part of this land; the land I call home. Here’s to another year of unprecedented power, strength, and most importantly reliance on God.It’s in moments like these that I am filled with some unspoken form of joy, pride, and hope. Today marks the fourth anniversary of the growing mound of grief we have become. It is hard to come to terms with the thought that when this started I was a teenager that just turned sixteen and now I am twenty and in my third year of university, still alive. Four years later and I am still beating the odds, one torturous day after the other. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this is how my life would turn out; a constant fear of tomorrow. As this aggression continues to end the souls of many and leaving people homeless you would think that this is where it ends. You would think that the bombs are all we fear; those missile falling from the sky like comets just with the additional fear of death, but it is not, these four years have changed the place I call home. The pain lies here in the fact it hasn’t changed because of the destruction of homes or the death of people alone rather it has ended and slaughtered the humane side. Drugs are being smuggled into Yemen through Saudi in vast, infinite, and unthinkable amounts yet medicine can not cross the borders. The United Nations you may say has been sending their so-called “aid” that is all expired; wheat filled with worms, expired medications, and worst of all false implications. All the UN does is portray Yemen as a country undergoing famine and completely dismiss the main issue that is that we are being bombed, that we have been bombed for the past four years and that they have bloody hands involved in the death of many. The United Nations should be held accountable for all the destruction they took part in. Martin Griffith is in and out of Yemen constantly on his airplane while the Yemenis who are injured, the Yemenis that are in desperate need of surgery, the Yemenis that are at the verge of death are not allowed to fly by an airplane rather through land which takes days, just to cross the borders. I can not fathom how there are people out there who believe in the UN when they are the promoters of war, agony, pain, and death. They have indeed united to end our lives. How is it fair for the UN who has so much power to allow Saudi to close our airport? How is it humane to allow Saudi to control what comes in and out of Yemen? How is it even possible that those who need their kidney dialysis can not undergo the procedure because thanks to the United Nations they gave Yemen all the tools that are incompatible with the devices although they had a detailed description of the tools they needed and the specifications of the devices we have. I lie in disgust from the UN and I will never forgive them for panhandling in the name of my country. Yemen will rise and I know that for a fact because the will to go on, to surpass, to elevate, to rise runs through my blood and the blood of the 25 million Yemenis. It’s in moments like these, like today the 26th of March that I realize that I will never accept being a mound of grief; I am Yemeni. I am Yemeni, I stand tall and beat the odds. I am Yemeni and no one can take that away from me, not in a million years not even when I am burned into ashes after a missile falls on my body. I refuse to give the world’s worst criminals the joy of seeing my country burn, I will resist and fight till my last breathe even if I am the last person standing. The 26th of March is when this all started and today I relive the past four years and see how much I have grown and how much my country has changed. The people of Yemen might seem small and vulnerable but they are far from that they are some of the strongest people on the globe. The people of Yemen have sacrificed their blood to keep us safe, to keep me safe and for that I am eternally grateful to them and to be part of this land; the land I call home. Here’s to another year of unprecedented power, strength, and most importantly reliance on God.
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