It came to pass

A wounded child with shrapnel

A wounded child with shrapnel

It came to pass that I, that we witnessed the Syrian people rise, lifting high their heads and walking in dignity. It came to pass that the people most despised and most deprived gave their blood freely and profusely so that their Syria might be freed. It came to pass that the uneducated, the underprivileged taught us the meaning of pride and honour. It came to pass that the people of the whole world witnessed the death of children, the agony of children and turned away their heads, that the Powers of the world did not lift a finger to save a country because  their geopolitics of calculation and scepticism dulled their humanity to extinction . It came to pass that those children who were dying or while enduring the loss of limbs and disfigurement, not to mention the loss of families, cried freedom, cried the name of Syria even as the pain broke their hearts. It came to pass too that on their epic journey to the unknown, to the misery of the refugee camps, the uprooted decent people whose homes were bombed and lives shattered had to endure hunger, thirst, starvation and further bombardment so that many of their children were killed or mutilated, beyond the reach of hospitals or medicine. Yes and it came to pass that the people standing in the bread lines to get their daily bread , mostly children, were targeted by war plane so that their bread was mixed with their blood. Therefore, let us tell their stories and weave poems about their sacrifices, let us carry the memory of the countless dead and injured in the most sacred place of ourselves. Many tales will be told and it will be said that after death in life, the Syrian people discovered that death is the path to life.

©Alisar Iram

About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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