Syria , the wound that is bleeding

[محمود سمير]

Syria , the wound that is bleeding

Between all the revolution in the Middle East, syria is a unique one

In Tunisia, the army stood with the people

In Egypt, the army was on the fence

In Libya, the revolution forces had weapons and the western countries supported them and finally interfered with them.

But in Syria they are alone

Almost year now and they still standing

Every Friday they keep saying No

No to the oppression, No to the humiliation, No to the silence anymore

The strange thing that they are still standing in face of the bullets and tanks

They don’t fear death, that’s obvious

Mark Twain said:”courage is not absence of fear, its resistance to fear”

What I see in Syria is people conquered fear not just resisting,

They achieved unbelievable level of courage,

But from where they acquired all this strength?

Victor frankel was a psychologist and captive in a Nazi prison in the fourties, he wrote a famous book named “man search for meaning”,

He said that in the prison the people who withstanded weren’t the tough and who collapsed weren’t the weak, although the mind says so,

“It’s not by physical strength “, he said. It’s by what you hold in your heart and your meaning of life,

That’s the true fortune that no one can take.

In Syria I see the same, their strength lies in their hearts and the meaning that they are standing for.

Till now, more than 8,000 are dead

35,000 are in prison

62,000 are missing

Till now more than 500 child are dead,

I can hear their cry before it suddenly stop and they die,

I can see the question Why? On their faces but with no reply.



Do you know what the greater disaster than that is?

That we all let them down

Martin Luther king said:”In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”

Another quote for him by the same meaning:”the ultimate tragedy is not the oppression of the bad people but the silence of the good one”.

I don’t have anything also to say

But I will end by poetry for lord bayron I think it fit the great strugglers in Syria

There is not to make reply

There is no to reason why

There is but to do and die

Into the valley of death

Canon to right of them

Cannon to left of them

Cannon behind them

Volley’d and thunder’d

While horse and hero fell

They that had fought so well

Came thro the jaws of death

Back from the mouth of hell

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made

All the world wondered

Honour the charge they made

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