The refugee child of the sky

In the refugee camp of Piraeus appeared one day a hopeless, injured refugee. He was neither from Asia nor from Northern Greece. He was not being hunted by Kemals hordes. His leg was not broken by Turks. It was simply an innocent sparrow. As he was flying in the sky that belonged to neither Greeks nor Turks he was struck by a stone from a small refugee and he was not even killed but hit the ground, which broke his leg. And this injured sparrow nearly fainted from the terrible pain and fell to the soil. The small refugee tried to capture him even dead. But in the last moment the winged wounded found the strength of his wings. And he saved himself to the height from which he once fell.

His wings became weak during that aerial wandering. He tried to touch his leg on a branch to rest. But how? As soon as he tried to get support from his leg he was forced to stop by sharp pain which made him give up on the idea of resting. And with his last ounce of strength that were in his numbed wings, he tried to fly. He made two- three circles in the air but his wings could not hold him anymore. He felt now that after a few minutes, a few seconds, he would be lying in the ground, unable to save himself from the wild refugee children in the neighborhood. In this situation the sparrow searches for a proper landing place.

He could no longer fly and he was starting to fall to the ground. Everywhere surrounded him streets and terrifying children who waited with their slingshots ready. Everywhere were enemies. He was surrounded by unfriendly roofs where an injured sparrow, unable to search for his food anymore, would be in danger of starvation. Suddenly, he noticed a small garden where women and children, moved with a sad look. And because misfortune attracts misfortune the injured sparrow realized fast that those humans like him were and that that garden was not like the others full of bad people.

- The little sparrow thought “I am going to be together with people who are also unfortunate.”

And with a perfect maneuver, which was learned by the humans from the birds, he was located in the yard of the refugee camp, on the soil, unable to move and ready to die. An atmosphere of sympathy and love was formed around his misery. The other miserable people understood his pain. The children there were not harsh and cold hearted like the other ones. The grownups were not mean and indifferent. Warm hands picked him up from the soil. Breaths of love swarmed him. And for his joy to be fulfilled another pained soul stoops over him, the so called Divine Providence. It was the Providence of the miserable that spread the philanthropy in the refugee camp.

The Madam said “The poor bird! He has broken his leg. We should keep him here to treat him until he can fly again.”

The small sparrow although he did not understand the humans language, he understood very well what that Madam talked about, since the language of love is known to all of God’s creatures. And he spared no effort thanking the Madam by rubbing himself to her.

Two hands took the small winged refugee, he had his leg treated, he was fed and he was drinking water and then they let him be in a warm and soft nest. He was as well a refugee of the sky where the evilness of the people appears wild and huge as it was so big so that the entire world would not satiate it.