Hamza Ali al-Khateeb, 13
It is exceptionally hard for me to wrap my head around Syria’s sad revolutionary symbol, as it was back in 2009 in Iran. I live in a country where I am afforded the right to vote, make my voice heard and just maybe I’ll see some sort of change. I exercise that right every couple of years since I was 18 and it troubles me that there are some folks who can careless about who runs this county, state, city or town, what gets cut or what doesn’t. I can say with no reservations, that a lot of Americans born or naturalized take that right for granted.
I talk about this “right” because in parts of the world, there is no such right, as we can see with the Arab Spring. Those people are fighting tooth and nail for the right to be able to vote in a fair election, get their voices heard and make the country better for the next generation to come, but with that good fight, there comes a price—one that is beyond my imagination for any human being.
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