I was hesitated about posting any article in the last few weeks.
there’s a lot to speak about but I’m to shy to write! should I speak about the thirst of Aleppo?
how could I speak up about people’s pain after having my hot shower! would I really feel it and speak from the heart with a glass of juice and a laptop on my desk! that’s not enough. if I have to speak about thirst when I’m and doing nothing but speaking, then I’d better shut up.
could I speak about the hunger of Yarmouk camp and throw away the old food next moment? how could I!
could I speak about Homs ! the damaged city ? could I speak about my friend’s pain when she got back home in Homs and all was found were few walls and nothing else…
I still have my home, my memories and my room … she doesn’t have any of them now …
yes, Basically I can write.. but it’s not fair to write about hunger with a full stomach, or to write about homelessness from your bed!
I just want to write about hope! even when I don’t have it! I will still write about it and it’s fair like that…
today, the collage I graduated from, started an event to use bicycles in the city and called it the green road… ps: (people in my city are not used to ride bikes)
You all know Syria as the main war zone in the headlines now, but that doesn’t mean we’re sitting here and thinking of our funeral next week. we’re trying to overcome our obstacles on a small scale. we can’t control gas and oil prices but we can use bicycles.
hope is not sitting on your couch and dreaming only.. it’s getting up and doing something. no matter how small or big this thing is if you just get up and start DOING.