sabaha al-khayr, ya suriyya! hadhihi sarhati!
Good morning Syria! This is my cry!
Hi, dear friends.
A few days ago I went to the countryside. I wanted to check a little house of ours we’ve got there.
It was hard getting there, roadblocks were nearly everywhere. Soldiers were halting cars entering or leaving the city. They inspected each car and passenger, humiliating them even for just trying to ask for explanations.
That was a new, sad surprise for me, though I know that by now there shouldn’t be much to be surprised at.
I finally arrived at the house, after overcoming with difficulty about twenty such inspections. But as soon as I went past the gate, my blood ran cold.
A group of soldiers stood in front of me, trying to break the door to get into my house! I wanted to shout, but managed to look calm instead, with my heart beating furiously. Don’t ask me how I could do that.
I had them stop by opening the door myself, so that they don’t break it, and invited them to get in. One of them – certainly the highest ranked – followed me inside, and ordered to the rest of the group with a move of his hand that they wait out.
I started showing him the house, opening each door. My wish was that he could see the awful conditions that a former raid of his army friends had plunged the house into.
For what reason could have they done that, if not to spend some time on some cruel game of theirs? With tears in my eyes, I asked the officer who was going to compensate us for all those losses. After some uneasy silence, he looked at my angry face as though he was to offer me his excuses, and replied: “allah yu‘ti-ki kull shay’ ” (“God will give you everything back”).
I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I offered him and his soldiers some warm tea to drink. I wanted to show them what kindness means, what humanity among people means. Values, these, that have always belonged to the Syrian people.
They liked the tea, but I don’t think they learned any lesson. They’re behaving like beasts, thinking that common people are their preys and that using violence and cruelty against them is only but legitimate.
But don’t worry, I’ll be back again.
You’ll hear from me soon,