Written from Syria

"A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear.", whispers Mary. She is hiding behind her bed, when she hears another bomb blowing up. And again. And again, while the shadows are still lurking around her house. She doesn't want to get spotted. If she does, her life won't last any longer. So did her mum's. A rough sound. They found someone. Whoever it is, he starts to pray a lot, until a shot stops him from praying any longer. Her granny always told her: "Those people will destroy our town. They say they bring us peace, but all they do is destroying our families. They didn't do anything to make this world better. - Don't trust them!" Someone steps into her room. A tear is running down her skin. She starts to pray. 

Why did noone help Mary? She was six years old.