Tree of Life,©Alisar Iram
Death of cities…death of villages…death of the earth… death of the children… death of the youth of Syria….death of its history…death of its heritage, death and nothing but death, an eternity of death, a horizon strewn with pitiful corpses and skeletons of ruins. The young men go to death as if they are going to their brides, the young women wait for violation. I am not a defeatist nor am I lacking in courage but the epic of death and annihilation inscribed on the bodies and souls of the Syrian people is written by the pen of extinction and I declare it to be a negation of the creation and a negation of God. I want the Syrians to live for Syria not die for it. I want our earth to sing the song of the earth not the song of desecration. Nor do I want the young men and women of Syria to be married to death. I want them to be the brides and bridegrooms of life. I want them to live in God not die in him. I do not want them to die their lives and live their deaths. All, this destruction and annihilation of the instruments, the means and the vehicles of life, how can it be our daily bread, the stuff of what our beings are composed of in the moth of death between the jaws of annihilation?. I say no to death, no to obliteration, to eradication, to the nothingness, to nonexistence, to nihilism. To say no and to refute and refuse, to deny, to stop the cult of death is perhaps the beginning of the reversal of death. Even to dream of life is a triumph over death for in dreams starts reality. 6 October
©Alisar Iram
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