Poor innocent Anissa, a tiny soul with eyes still learning how cruel the world can be. She was born with soft hands, warm breath, and a heart that only knew how to trust. Every sound she made was a call for love, every small movement a hope that someone would hold her gently. But that day, fate was unkind, and the forest that once felt safe became a place of fear.
Anissa cried softly at first, not loud, not angry—just confused. Her small body trembled as she searched for comfort, for milk, for a familiar touch. Instead, she faced rough moments she could not understand. Each second felt too long. Those who watched could not open their eyes, because seeing Anissa hurt this way broke something deep inside the heart. It was not just pain on her body, but pain in her innocent spirit.
She did not fight back. She did not know how. Anissa only clung to hope, the hope that kindness would return, that love would remember her. Her tears were silent questions: Why me? What did I do wrong? And there was no answer that could make sense to a baby so pure.
Yet even in this darkness, Anissa’s innocence shined. Her small heartbeat kept going. Her eyes, filled with fear, still searched for warmth. She reminded us that the weakest suffer the most, and that silence can hurt as much as action.
This is why we must say stop. Stop turning away. Stop pretending it is normal. Poor innocent Anissa did not deserve pain—she deserved protection, patience, and love. May her story open our eyes, even when it hurts to look, so no other innocent life has to suffer the same way again.
