ten years isn’t a very long time to forget that much (Iraq – Syria)

Ten years ago, I was sixteen at high school with no political interests. Somehow all I cared about was how to keep the first place at school for me.

I woke up in a normal day , dressed up ..I Heavily moved to the kitchen and had a breakfast ..

you never notice those memorable days when you first wake up. I never knew this day was to remember at that time. The school bus was here to pick me up.. no songs in the school bus , no murmuring, no gossip, nothing at all.

When I first got into the class I saw girls weren’t normal.. What’s wrong with you girls??! I asked .. then a friend of mine -Fatima who I never saw after tenth grade- couldn’t stop her tears, she burst into tears telling me that Baghdad has fallen ….

 

Silence…

And silence…

American missiles were hitting Baghdad all night long because “Saddam had a nuclear weapon hiding it somewhere” ..

After ten years of destruction, turned out that Iraq had no nuclear at all, and it was a mistake…

A MISTAKE … really, the death of one is a tragedy the death of millions is a statistic.

I’m full of anger of injustice

Millions died in Iraq… Now they are preparing for the same scenario here… Millions can die here too .. And then the next American president can show up in front of his people and apologize for the small mistake that the previous one has made… he might also say he was a selfish glory seeker  and everything will be ok .. He will be the brave man who confesses his “regime’s” mistake…

But what about those million… what if I was one of them…

I wouldn’t want to be forgotten. I’d want my soul to torture your conscious.. all of the humanity conscious for the crimes of wars and silence..

And since tonight, I don’t want to sleep… I don’t want to wake up and know that Damascus has fallen. Because you never realize your day will be memorable when you first wake up, I will not sleep… 

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Curses you be born with if you are Syrian.

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this is how i look like

There is always something you can’t see in the news. There are always people who were born with the curse of being a complementary part of a sentence, or an ornamental column that would change nothing if removed except the to decline the amount of drama in the scene. Like this:

“Dr. M. Sa’id Ramadan Al-Bouti was murdered on 21/3/2013 in Al-Eman mosque in Damascus by a suicide bomber while giving a religion lesson. 48 others were killed by the terrorist attack.”

 Another curse that you may be born with, the numbers curse. It means when your whole existence, your whole story, dreams, and fears all become a number on the news headlines. Look at this headline:

“25 Killed by Rocket with Chemical Materials Fired by Terrorists in Aleppo Countryside.”

You may be born with the curse of being a part of a group you don’t belong to. But you still have the fears of this group because if you accept it or not you are a part and you will be treated as a part. If you are born Christian you ARE a Christian then, no matter if you believe in it or not, if they force migration on the Christians then you must leave.

sectarian slogan in Idlib

this slogan says: Sunnis are not a sect, they are the nation, while all others are sects.

Want to know another curse?

The curse of being born as an Arab. You don’t get to choose to be born here in a land that has a huge amount of oil and gas, a land that has the most important routs in the world to grab the attention of those pigs who never get enough, but at the same time a land that is ruled by idiots.  The perfect recipe (gas, Oil, idiots, and pigs) for destruction and misery.

The curse of being bordered by (Turkey) a country with a bloody history and an Arab like look stupidity.

The curse of being partner in the same country  with someone you can’t understand his language or his ideology.. and if you understand it you’d hate him even more.

 

Al Qaeda in Syria

these are our American backed partners.

So why did i add that illustration above?  I feel so much like that little turtle. I have 3 choices, either to throw my self from this peak or to keep watching the planes until i can catch one of them and leave or to go back and fight. 

so I can count many more curses, struggling is way much harder…  but as we were born with these curses you can add now the last one “the curse of having to struggle against all other curses” .