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This song is a call for help dedicated to those who cannot speak for themselves. They who are behind cages, cold, hungry, alone, inconsolable & separated from their loved ones. They have no more tears to cry. From the bombed courtyards of Aleppo to the streets of Berlin & the detention centers in Texas  & California — for the child refugees of the world. 

This song was produced with the help of many musicians. Help us break-even & produce even more soulful music which puts a spotlight on real world issues by purchasing our song from one of the major music stores. A good percentage of all profits after break-even will be donated to a charity which helps child refugees.

The Story

As a child I was abandoned in a military school at a young age. I cried every single day for a whole year. All my tears dried up in 6th grade.

I remember waking up shivering alone in the night and praying. A teacher would make his rounds in the night, and he would often see me shivering in the bed, scared and praying. He would try to console me.

One day I was so thirsty and there was no water to be found anywhere. I remember having to drink the water from the bottom of a very dirty tank which was used for collecting bath water. I read about the plight of the Syrian refugees — especially the children, and more recently about the separation of families at the border. We continue to hear more horror stories of how these children and their mothers are treated. I can relate to their sorrow, fear, anxiety and pain.

When I was in 8th grade, there was a conjunctivitis outbreak at my school. Many of us were miserable seeing the sick kids being sent home for weeks until they got well. One day in a fit of exasperation, I got one of the sick kids to put his infection in my eyes, so I could also go home like the other kids. This permanently affected my vision, and I have eye problems to this date. It was very foolish — but I was desperate to go home then.

One kid's parents were in the middle east. Nobody visited him at school ever. From 6th  — 9th grade, he would go and jump of a cliff and break his bones . Every time it would heal, he would go and jump off the cliff again —  I saw him in a plaster cast for most of the 4 years he was in school. There were many kids like him, who lived in the infirmary, for years. This is an example of how far some kids would go just to spend a few minutes, hours or even days with their family.

I can understand the cruelty and callousness shown by those in charge when they feel that nobody would lift a finger for you — because I have seen the same behavior in my childhood. The unlucky children who would be most abused were the ones whose parents were too poor to even visit them once every few months.

In 9th grade, I remember one of my friends was beaten so badly on his wrists with a thick long stick that he fractured his wrists. He was screaming in agony — I remember his screams to this date!

As a child I was abandoned in a military school at a young age. I cried every single day for a whole year. All my tears dried up in 6th grade.

I remember waking up shivering alone in the night and praying. A teacher would make his rounds in the night, and he would often see me shivering in the bed, scared and praying. He would try to console me.

One day I was so thirsty and there was no water to be found anywhere. I remember having to drink the water from the bottom of a very dirty tank which was used for collecting bath water. I read about the plight of the Syrian refugees — especially the children, and more recently about the separation of families at the border. We continue to hear more horror stories of how these children and their mothers are treated. I can relate to their sorrow, fear, anxiety and pain.

When I was in 8th grade, there was a conjunctivitis outbreak at my school. Many of us were miserable seeing the sick kids being sent home for weeks until they got well. One day in a fit of exasperation, I got one of the sick kids to put his infection in my eyes, so I could also go home like the other kids. This permanently affected my vision, and I have eye problems to this date. It was very foolish — but I was desperate to go home then.

One kid's parents were in the middle east. Nobody visited him at school ever. From 6th  — 9th grade, he would go and jump of a cliff and break his bones . Every time it would heal, he would go and jump off the cliff again —  I saw him in a plaster cast for most of the 4 years he was in school. There were many kids like him, who lived in the infirmary, for years. This is an example of how far some kids would go just to spend a few minutes, hours or even days with their family.

I can understand the cruelty and callousness shown by those in charge when they feel that nobody would lift a finger for you — because I have seen the same behavior in my childhood. The unlucky children who would be most abused were the ones whose parents were too poor to even visit them once every few months.

In 9th grade, I remember one of my friends was beaten so badly on his wrists with a thick long stick that he fractured his wrists. He was screaming in agony — I remember his screams to this date!

I composed this song to make you understand, the loneliness, sorrow & agony of these children and their mothers. The Bansuri flute conveys the innocence of the young children, and the vocals convey the tears of the mothers — often having little control over their situation, and their inability to protect themselves or their children from harm.

When you become an adult, you go through tough times. The lucky ones have good memories of childhood and days filled with sunshine — they can look back to feel happy which can push them through hard times. What about those adults who only see darkness in their past? They see no hope in the past — and none in their future. They are trapped in their own tiny piece of hell.

In all the horrors perpetrated inadvertently or otherwise — It is the mothers and the children who suffer the most. The scars run deep — and they tear families apart — sometimes forever. Every child deserves to be nurtured by her parents - they understand her feelings, why she does the things she does - and how best to take care of her. Taking that away from a young child is the cruelest thing you can do to any other human being.

Every news link we have provided here is there because it reminded me one way or the other about something I or one of my friends went through while at military school.

I composed this song to make you understand, the loneliness, sorrow & agony of these children and their mothers. The Bansuri flute conveys the innocence of the young children, and the vocals convey the tears of the mothers — often having little control over their situation, and their inability to protect themselves or their children from harm.

When you become an adult, you go through tough times. The lucky ones have good memories of childhood and days filled with sunshine — they can look back to feel happy which can push them through hard times. What about those adults who only see darkness in their past? They see no hope in the past — and none in their future. They are trapped in their own tiny piece of hell.

In all the horrors perpetrated inadvertently or otherwise — It is the mothers and the children who suffer the most. The scars run deep — and they tear families apart — sometimes forever. Every child deserves to be nurtured by her parents - they understand her feelings, why she does the things she does - and how best to take care of her. Taking that away from a young child is the cruelest thing you can do to any other human being.

My Music Tells My Story

James Alexander is an American composer, singer-songwriter, music producer, musician & poet of Indian origin. He considers A.R Rahman as his musical guru. At an early age, he was deeply influenced by the music of ARR in films like Roja, Bombay, Duet, Rangeela and Taal. James loves to listen to soundtracks and as a child, he could sing the score of complex musical compositions from movies like Thiruda Thiruda. He first started composing music in 8th grade and has written many songs in Hindi, English & Malayalam. Most of his compositions are in English, and they were composed from the years of 1992 – 2000. After a hiatus of 18 years in the software industry, James has come back to music in 2008 and is currently working on a major album to be released soon. He currently produces his music at Red 13 Studios in Framingham, MA. 

Children of Aleppo is developed in the Original Soundtrack/ Alternative/ World/ New Age genres. If you like this song, here are some other albums & artists you may also like: Lord of the Rings (Soundtrack), 300 (Movie Soundtrack), Message for the Queen (from the 300 Movie soundtrack), David Arkenstone, For the Win, Jónsi, Blackheart, Dead Can Dance, Sigur Rós, Peter Hollens, Jónsi & Alex, Two Steps from Hell, Enya, Game of Thrones (Soundtrack).

 

Artist James Alexander in the studio.
Artist James Alexander in the studio.

Credits

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Úyanga Bold

Úyanga Bold is a unique talent, melding the ethnic musical traditions of Bulgaria, Serbia, Mongolia, and beyond. It’s East meets West like you’ve never heard before. Úyanga studied voice performance at the prestigious Berklee College of Music as the first Mongolian at the institution. During that time, she represented Mongolia and Asia in the “Rhythm of the Universe” and performed as a vocal soloist at the Boston Symphony Hall with the Video Game Orchestra, for Harvard honoring Bill and Chelsea Clinton for their health work award ceremony, press conferences at the Paramount Theatre for Outside the Box Festival and more. She also won several awards with her own band, and performed with Grammy Award winner Angelique Kidjo and the Women of the World, and Grammy and American Music Award nominated artist Blu Cantrell.

Dimitris Menexopoulos

Dimitris Menexopoulos is a composer, multi-instrumentalist and music technologist from Thessaloniki, Greece. With two solo albums (Phenomena -2014, Perpetuum Mobile - 2017), collaborations with other artists and participations in numerous concerts and recordings internationally, he is one of the most active young Greek contemporary musicians. He is characterized by a deeply personal style that is rooted in electronic sound while integrating elements from Classical, Jazz and World Music. He graduated Summa Cum Laude from Berklee College of Music with a Diploma on Electronic Production & Design in 2018. He also holds a Bachelor's Degree on Geology from the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki.

Úyanga Bold

Úyanga Bold is a unique talent, melding the ethnic musical traditions of Bulgaria, Serbia, Mongolia, and beyond. It’s East meets West like you’ve never heard before. Úyanga studied voice performance at the prestigious Berklee College of Music as the first Mongolian at the institution. During that time, she represented Mongolia and Asia in the “Rhythm of the Universe” and performed as a vocal soloist at the Boston Symphony Hall with the Video Game Orchestra, for Harvard honoring Bill and Chelsea Clinton for their health work award ceremony, press conferences at the Paramount Theatre for Outside the Box Festival and more. She also won several awards with her own band, and performed with Grammy Award winner Angelique Kidjo and the Women of the World, and Grammy and American Music Award nominated artist Blu Cantrell.

Uyanga - colorful

Dimitris Menexopoulos

Dimitris Menexopoulos is a composer, multi-instrumentalist and music technologist from Thessaloniki, Greece. With two solo albums (Phenomena -2014, Perpetuum Mobile - 2017), collaborations with other artists and participations in numerous concerts and recordings internationally, he is one of the most active young Greek contemporary musicians. He is characterized by a deeply personal style that is rooted in electronic sound while integrating elements from Classical, Jazz and World Music. He graduated Summa Cum Laude from Berklee College of Music with a Diploma on Electronic Production & Design in 2018. He also holds a Bachelor's Degree on Geology from the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki.
Dimitris Menexopoulos
Dimitris Menexopoulos
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