Today, for the first time, I noticed that there were comments on my posts marked as spam. I became curious so I decided to look at that which was classified as spam. To my great astonishment, I found out that some of the best comments I have received so far were marked as spam. It is a mystery to me. However, the spam comments aroused a brain storm in me. I never thought about how ill or well will people receive my blog or indeed suspected that some of them will delve deep into what constitutes the message behind it, wishing to examine how genuine it is in feeling and thought . I also found out that, unwittingly and quite spontaneously, I have reached the places, in some of my readers, which are reserved for the profound and the valuable. This has heartened me naturally, but it also aroused the need in me to strive to be even more truthful, more candid, more integral, more embodying to that which we call the aesthetic and ethical heritage of mankind.
I sought to create a blog because Syria and the people of Syria were crying in the bottomless depths of my soul. Hard as I tried with poetry, images and word to appease the voice that cried in my wilderness, I could not shirk my accumulating towering responsibility. Therefor I thought that I should try to reach out to the world. I live by the sea, and from the sea I have learnt that the sea does not fear, that the sea does not bend, that the sea does not seek favours or rewards, that the sea rumbles in the storms, yet weeps in the rains, but most of all that the sea knows how to paint tapestries of unfathomable rare beauty with the light, giving it its all because the light is that which surpasses understanding.
I am fallible, frail and imperfect like all of us are, but I shall not and will not sell my soul to politics dogmas ideologies or creeds. I know how to be a poet and I know how to be an image maker and they both demand of me to flow passionately and be guided by love. All that destroys life and innocence is my enemy. All which unmakes, all which turns into nothingness, annihilates and obliterates is my foe and slayer. All that negates life or smothers the life forces of man and nature is my eternal adversary and my everlasting nemesis.
It is with this that I stand with Syria and the Syrians. This brings pain, unimaginable pain and sometimes I am too overcome by grief and tears that I fail to see clearly the awesome beauty of our earth and that of the majestic universe. But we do not choose that which we struggle for and defend. It chooses us.