Her name is Amal

This is Amal.

She will never know the joy of falling in love, or walking down the aisle with her best mate, or cradling her newborn baby.

She will never grow up or old.

She will never laugh until she cries.

She will never ever see another sunrise or sunset.

It's 2018.

We have sent people to the moon.

We have self-driving cars.

We waste food.

We drink and smoke and spend money on frivolous things while Amal dies of starvation.

Fuck!

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!