Monthly Archives: October 2013
Out of the Chrysalis
Sometimes I close my eyes and try to recollect the person I was before the coming of pain, before my life became an open register of suffering, not my own suffering but the suffering of others, which inevitably took on … Continue reading
Starvation: I accuse you world, I accuse you Obama, I condemn you Putin: Look at the image of Syrian childhood turning into stone under the gaze of the Medusa of hunger
O no, I am not going to warn you and apologize for the painful disturbing pictures of starving children, for I wish you you to gaze at them and keep a place for them in your hearts and perhaps do something about it. … Continue reading
Syria for Sale: سوريا للبيع
They are selling Syria for thirty pieces of silver: the chemical weapons. They will get their chemical weapons or the promise of them then wash their hands off the blood of the Syrian people like Pilate, leaving Christ alone to … Continue reading
Farewell to Syria, for a while: في وداع سورية… مؤقتا
Farewell to Syria, for a while By Yassin Al Haj Saleh October 12, 2013 I have tried hard for the last two and a half years to stay in Syria. It was important for me as a writer to stay … Continue reading
As the phoenix rises
Were it not that Syria is hanging round my neck Like the albatross of the Ancient mariner Were it not that Syria was shot in the heart Were it not that the owl will not call my name As … Continue reading
Apamea: illegal excavation and looting results in the theft of hundreds of priceless mosaic pieces and floors
Apamea Apamea (Greek: Απάμεια, Apameia; Arabic: آفاميا, Afamia), on the right bank of the Orontes River, was a treasure city and stud-depot of the Seleucid kings, and was the capital of Apamene. (Stephanus of Byzantium s. v.; Strabo xvi. p. 752; Ptolemyv. 15. § 19; Festus Avienus, v. 1083; Anton. Itin.; Hierocles). Its site is found about 55 km (34 mi) … Continue reading
Broken Wings
When Gibran Khalil Gibran wrote his poetic novel Broken Wings, Syria and Lebanon were in the grip of a dream and latent aspirations for change, social, political and spiritual. The novel is a long anguished and climactic cry of a … Continue reading
A prayer: fly beautiful bird, fly
Let the soul, whole and inviolate, fly high high above our human frailty and inadequacy. Let love, sovereign and triumphant be the healer, be the compassionate. Fly magnificent bird, fly and let there be freedom.