Into the tramway came a little singing girl on a stroller pushed by her mother who got a seat next to me.
Twinkle, twinkle little star echoed in the wagon full of sullen people on their way home from work.
The little girl, Mariam, looked up on an ad posted above her head; I can see a hand mom, she said, a thumbs up!
Her mother laughed. Isn’t it strange she asked, a hand hovering just like that in the air, does it exist? Mariam giggled.
We had to get off the tram and change to a bus. Again we stood next to each other, I and the mother, a young woman with a black braid tucked under a dark red cap.
She’s in a good mood, I commented. Oh yes, the mother answered, children are just amazing. We need that kind of energy I said, and the hope…With all the wars going on around us, replied the mother, we definitively do! We are lucky to live here and to be able to offer everything we can to our children, she added.
We got off at the same stop. We greeted each other and walked off to different directions.
People can be cruel and corrupt. But sometimes life beams at you with an unspoilt smile, like that of a little singing girl.
There is no space in this world for the tug of blown up egos; the world belongs to Mariam and it’s time she got it back.