Yet another case of pictures speaking a thousand words…

The caption, if you can’t read it, says: "Farah is like an old man, sitting on his chair praying."

The Guardian has the rest of the photos by 6-year-old Dima, here.

Childhood is an incredibly precious time of life. This is a time to grow mentally, morally, and physically, to be shielded from adult cares in order to better prepare for them. This precious time of life is indeed meant to be fleeting, but it rankles me when I see children being pressed into adult roles – or clothes.

Time to 'fess up. I was a tomboy as a child, and I still require my clothes to be, above all, comfortable. What's the point of putting something on that makes you feel uneasy? If you're looking for discomfort, life will provide many opportunities for such. I also enjoy children's company, and I find those wearing clothing that they can run, jump, wiggle, climb, in short, be kids in to be happier children overall. There are places where highly restrictive clothing is appropriate, but those come with padded cells and nurses. If you are allowed to have shoelaces, you should be in clothing that allows you to bend over to tie them.