THE LITTLE BOY WHO CAN'T CRY-OMRAN DAQNEESH

It is 3 days now since the story above went viral on the news, given the attention span of the world, it is now mostly forgotten. 

After all the little boy who can't cry is just another horrific story about small children who are being brutalized every day, all over the world in acts of hatred, politics, and money.  

The world is so beyond saving that it doesn't put any value, on any human life no matter how ugly the killing of innocent victims are, it just doesn't matter at all. 

Those people that care, take a day or at most three for the usual crocodile tears of feeling bad and then forget about it all. That is what comprises the limits of compassion in our sick society.

People are starving to death, dying all over the world. 

Why are we not as excited about doing good or saving lives as we are about running fast, swimming fast or seeing who's the best at running around after a ball?

I write about this little boy who can't cry because he is the world. Silent in spite of unbearable agonizing pain, cruelty, and stunned into being mute.

Look into this little boys eyes, his face, there is nothing there, he is alive but there is no life coming from him, he is seriously injured, but there is no awareness coming from him, he is lost, gone, existing in another place that no-one wants to know about.

His name is Omran Daqneesh. The image of him, bloodied and covered with dust, sitting silently in an ambulance awaiting help, is another stark reminder of the toll of the war in Syria.

He is young, one witness puts him at five years old, as old as the Syrian war itself.

He lived with his mother, father, brother and sister in the Syrian city of Aleppo.

He and his family were injured when their house was destroyed by an air strike Wednesday. Activists blame the Syrian regime and Russia for the bombings.

Aleppo, in northern Syria, has been besieged for years during that country's civil war. Thousands of people have been killed there, including 4,500 children, and many lives have been upended.

Omran's family is among them.

The video above shows a civil defense worker carrying the little boy to an ambulance. His cartoon character T-shirt is covered in dust, the left side of his face is bloody. He is silent despite the chaotic scene around him.

He was not crying at any point during the rescue.

He is in shock, looking dazed as he sits on the vehicle's orange seat, his hands on his lap, as he waits to be treated, as he waits for somebody to help him.

He raises his left hand to his eye and feels the area around his temple as if he has been hit there. He wipes his face and looks down at the blood.

Omran's story is repeated every day, all over the world.

The doctor who treated him said his physical injuries were light compared to the others wounded in the bombing.

The traumatic injuries he received will last a lifetime, if he lives much longer.

We don't like talking about these kinds of things, we don't want to see these scenes, so they don't get very much attention because it's not happening to you.

The world is silent, nothing changes, nothing will change, until it might happen to you or your family.

The truth is that the killing of victims happens all of the time, in your Town, State, Country, not only in the rubble of bombs, but in the the wreckage of the human spirit, the lack of compassion, the complete indifference to the suffering of those all around us.

Don't expect anyone to pay attention to your agony for more than a few days if you become a victim or are part of a victims family.

Syria is far away, a distant part of the world, but evil lurks everywhere.

The new reality is that no-one really cares, no -one really cries, and silence is what you will eventually end up with, whether you are "there" or here".

You can hide in your fake bubble of denial but don't think that that will protect you because bubbles often burst.