We have no more tears to shed, for we have shed enough. We have no place to burry our dead, for we have buried enough. Our lacrmal glands accidentally stopped working. Now we burry our dead brothers and sisters without tears.
We live in a war zone but we don’t think of war. We live in famine but we don’t think of hunger. We live in the midst of wolves but we are not afraid. Our happiness does not depend on these but on the innocence of our people.
Our sorrow, grief, and discomfort are not on the number of dead persons we burry each day, or the number of children rendered homeless and orphans, or the number of parents rendered childless, widows, and widowers, or…… but the smiling faces of our dead brothers and sisters.
We are armless but they came to us with arms. We had everything before they came but now we have nothing. They have take away our precious belongings. Our land was filled with life but they rendered it lifeless. Our land looks like an arid plain now. Our homes are no more, our playing fields are no more for all have become a battlefield. It was as if our land was never inhabited by human beings. Even animals in the forest are better than us now because they have where they can call a home but we don’t have.
Your business flourishes to the detriment of the lives of our people. You make millions and millions daily from us while we are destitute to you. You grow richer everyday while we the owner of the resources grow poorer everyday with no hope of reversing the situation one day.
We run to the mountains for help but no help came. We run to the valleys for help but none. We were asked to put our hope on the Creator. But those who asked us to put our hope on the Creator are our killers, oppressors, tyrants, enemy, tormentors, …….
We missed the sounds of music on our street. We missed those moments we could look through the windows of our homes to greet our neighbours. We missed our lost brothers and sisters especially those we buried ourselves, not counting those the earth buried by itself due to motion created by missiles and atomic weapons.
What was constructed years back was destroyed in a twinkle of an eye. What took us years to build was destroyed within a few seconds. No hope for us. Yes, no hope. For our land to be reconstructed, we will be a pray to their business under the umbrella of “HUMANITARIAN CHARITY OR HUMANITARIAN SERVICE,” with our pictures like beggars and wretched people.
I LOVE YOU SYRIA! 😭😢😢😢😢
To be continued!