To our countries – Or the tragic fate of the Middle East

One can only stand so much… The wall of lies that we have built around ourselves will collapse. No brute force will bring it down… The tears of a widow, the final breaths of an agonizing child, the screams of a man that has lost all but himself, the trickling blood of a youth that have seen too much… will tear our fortified castles apart.

But how many lives have to be lost before humanity finally sees the truth? How many innocent children have to die before our joyful little bubble bursts? How many dreams have to be crushed? How many homes have to be lost? How many countries have to be destroyed? How many horrifying pictures of amputated, crushed, decapitated children do we have to see?

I am sorry if this causes you any discomfort to hear. But, try to imagine living in these circumstances every day! Imagine waking up one day to see that your father was dragged to a prison he’ll never get out off. Imagine that while you’ve gone to fetch some water, a rocket destroys your home and takes the life of your whole family. Imagine for one second that you’ve lost the right to have an opinion, that if you disagree with some lunatic you’ll lose your life. Imagine that someone idiot breaks inside your house, threatens you with a gun and sells your little girls at the slave market. Imagine that your wife was taken against her will and raped by some savages.

This isn’t the plot of some new block-buster Hollywood movie. It’s the real daily struggle of real men, women and children that found themselves stuck in a war they never wanted, as their country stands helpless, while the super powers play with its fate. I admire these victims, for after witnessing all of these catastrophes, hope still finds a way into their hearts.

Elderly women, in Kobane, Syria, are fighting alongside men and they won’t go down without a fight. Same in Iraq, the youth abandoned their dreams and joined their army without fear. In dear Palestine as well, their home-made rockets stood strong in front of the enormous arsenal of the assailant.

You know why they are fighting for their rights? Because we won’t. Because, we won’t speak up and defend them. Because we prefer to sit comfortably in front of our computers and TVs and ignore their screams. We are selfish and hypocritical. We don’t want to trouble our consciousness with these wars, so we lie to ourselves and say they deserve it. We pretend to support human rights everywhere, so why did we exclude the middle east?

Some day, we’ll see the error of our ways. And, we’ll be sorry. I just hope that there will be someone to forgive us, and that we won’t be talking to tombs.

The two women from the video are Faia and Rihan Younan. They are Syrians living in Sweden. And they have made such a beautiful and truthful video about the state of Iraq, Lebanon, Syria and Palestine. Here’s the translation of the song:

“Sha’am, (another name for Damascus), the utterance of that word reverberates in my heart… similar to the movement of my eye lashes which resembles that  of the branches of a cedar tree… Sha’am, what is glory, but thee, for yours hasn’t seen its dawn yet…”

Baghdad, the land of poets and beautiful imagery.. You are the “gold” of all ages and its most fragrant one… the land of “One thousand and one nights”, may the moonlight wash thy face..

For Beirut, a peaceful salute from the bottom of my heart, for Beirut… and kisses to your sea and houses… and to your rocks that resemble the face of an old fisherman

For Kuds (the Arabic name for Jerusalem), the city of prayers I pray.  Our eyes travel to you daily… and wander in your holy allies, embracing your old churches and wiping the sorrow off your mosques”

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Diary of a Yazidi Girl

08/10/2014

Dear Diary,

These may be the last hours of my life. So, I thought I should write down my last thoughts. The battle will start soon, I need to clear my mind.

Today, I walked through a deserted town. Even though I have lived here for eighteen years, I felt disoriented. Sinjar, once a beautiful mountain village, was now almost vacant. My people ran away. They fled their homes and their lands, when they heard the roar of the upcoming monster. Throughout the village, silence reigned. 6000 years of civilization evaporated and rode the wind that carried all this history away. I felt as is if I was an intruder, foolishly violating the sanctity of a long forgotten place.

My people ran away and left the doors of their homes ajar. Inside, lost memories reverberated. I wondered how did they ever manage to detach themselves so easily. The thought of following their tracks never crossed my mind. I am not stupid , I know that danger lies ahead. But I belong here not in some refugee camp. I am a Yazidi woman and this is the place where I was born and this is where I shall die.

As I roamed through the city, I found many reporters. Apparently, the whole world has heard of our crisis. The Yazidis are famous now. For thousands of years, we’ve been unknown to man-kind. That is the way we have have chosen to live: secluded on a mountain top, living peacefully with everyone, never interfering in political issues and never uncovering the secrets of our civilization. We are an introverted community but sadly, our wish to be left alone wasn’t respected.

The neutrality policy failed. We have been dragged into the middle-east conflict. We are now falsely considered devil worshipers and so we need to be exterminated. A stupid group of murderers seems determined to butcher us unless we comply to their demands. We have heard of the atrocities they are doing to my countrymen. It was time we received the same treatment.

Some reporter, in an effort to comfort me, told me: “Don’t worry they won’t kill you, the journalists will make sure the world will see your suffering and they won’t let this massacre happen.” I told him:” Weren’t there any reporters in Baghdad, Mousoul, Arbil…?” He said: ” Of course there were!”. So I said: “Then why didn’t the killing stop? Did the world fall asleep watching the news, or was there a football game on the same night ?”

I wasn’t going to wait for the world to wake up and protect my rights. So I decided to fight alongside one of the few brave men and women who refused to abandon their homes. The Iraqi forces offered to train us. We were all ready to defend our land or die trying. Moments ago, the reporter had received news that the monsters are coming. And so the man whose news report was supposed to save me, hurriedly drove away on a 4×4, after taking this picture. Our enemies are coming soon, strangely I am not scared.

Good bye or Farewell. Whichever it might be, I am ready.

ayzidi

Don’t judge too quickly!

That’s a video of a little Palestinian kid addressing the world… I know some of you have already thought of a word to describe this little kid: terrorist. Due to the language barrier, you might think he’s saying something like: kill every Jew and every American on Earth. He’s an Arab wearing the “Koufia” (black and white scarf) and what he’s saying sounds gibberish to you. He’s bound to be a terrorist or probably on the path of becoming one. Right?

Actually, he’s just reciting a Poem by a Palestinian poet called: Khaled Elhaber. The poem’s title translates to: “We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us about you”. Now, I could go on and give you the rest of the poem. But, you know what let’s judge the kid further.

“We’re fine here in…GAZA!”? BAM! Key word: Gaza. So, automatically, he must be one of Hamas child militants bragging about the “massive” artillery they’ve got there and how it’s going to destroy the occupation. “tell us about you” Hum. I can’t find a proper explanation for this one but I’m going ahead with my reasoning because I must be wright. After all, the Palestinians are crazy and their poetry probably doesn’t make sense anyways. Right?

Wrong again! Here is the rest of the translated poem:

” We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing!

We’re at war but we’re fine, so tell us what’s going on with you?

Our martyrs are under the rubble

Our kids live under tents, asking about you: where are you?

We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing!

The sea is behind us (there’s nowhere to escape) but we’re fighting,

The enemy is in front of us and we’re still fighting.

We have enough food, weapons and peace promises, we thank you for your great support!

We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing!

Our souls, our wounds, our homes, our sky, our faces, our blood, our eyes, our coffins

Protect us from your fake peace, promises and negotiations.

We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing! (X2)

We’re at war but we’re fine, so tell us what’s going on with you? ”

So what do you think? The kid is obviously being sarcastic. He keeps asking the rest of the world: how they’re doing even though it should be the other way around. After all, it’s the Palestinians that have just lost 1826 of their children, women, men and elderly. They are the ones who lost their homes, schools and hospitals during this carnage. 140000 of them decided to flee their homes to the safe protection of the UNRWA schools where- guess what?- they were… Bombed! And still, this kid is worried about the rest of the world. See how nice he turned out to be?

He also mentions the fake peace treaties that no one respected. For God’s sake, Israel didn’t respect the borders of Palestine even though they’re clearly defined by the UN in 1948. Israel kept on building colonies and kicking Palestinians out. Don’t forget the blockade! Israel is controlling the electricity, the gas, the water and basically anything entering Gaza even Diapers. For God’s sake is Hamas going to build tunnels with diapers?

I “forgot” to mention one sad detail: the Kid lost his life one hour after shooting the video! He joined the martyrs under the rubble. Sad ending to what might have been a great life! Did I mention there are 446 kids who had the same fate.

 

Corruption of the human soul

Turn on the TV and listen. Listen to the misdeeds of Man. Let the tears flow. Burst in rage and shout in this rainy summer night: Oh Human race, what have you done? Dead men, raped women, amputated children… Everywhere you’ve been, you shattered hopes and dreams, brought misery to every creature you’ve encountered and turned this beautiful planet into HELL.

 

Credit Photo: Press TV

I wonder how? How did a little baby with an angel’s soul become a dangerous dictator, a psychopathic serial killer, a greedy destroyer of nature? How did an angel turn into a hateful demon? Where did you go wrong? I’m baffled. How did we stray so far from sanctity? Can you look at the rosy innocent face of a new born and imagine he could be murdering people with cold blood, raping women without a second thought, inventing weapons of destruction and torture? I can’t!

Is it poor education that made you a monster? You didn’t have anyone to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong so you acted upon instinct. But still intuitively, Death brings feelings of sadness and despair so why would you decide to bring it upon others?

Is it Religion? That’s the most frequent claim. But being a religious man myself, I don’t believe religion encourages us to spread violence in this time. War should be the last resort and in no way does war include rape and torture. But in our times, I think war is no longer an option not with weapons that could literally blow earth apart. We’re not talking about swords and stones anymore, these weapons can cause the extinction of the human race! Give me a verse in the Quran, the Bible and the Old Testament that asks man to destroy himself.

Is it jealousy or maybe a feeling of betrayal? Such feelings could drive man mad and we’ve all experience it in some degree. Yes, I think that’s how we became monstrous and cruel… by letting these feelings take over. Jealous of another man’s success, we go to the extremes dominate him. If that fails, we try to destroy him for we can’t bear the fact that he’s better than us. That’s what made Hitler: he couldn’t deal with the defeat of Germany and the superiority of the Allies so he went mad. It could be sadness that broke the last straw. Tired of seeing men, women and children butchered in the most appalling way, a Palestinian will become violent to counter the violence he received.

Or it could be completely the opposite: a feeling of power! That feeling is intoxicating; it makes you feel on top of the world, you’re the most powerful man on the planet and you’re free to do whatever you want. Who could stop you now that you’ve become a demigod? That explains the Arab dictators, asphyxiated with the feeling of power, they stopped at nothing. This applies to some first world governments, they’ve got the technological advancement and so they do whatever they please: colonizing other countries, exploiting their natural resources and murdering the majority in favor of a minority ( that country that came into existence in the 40’s and took over the land of Palestine).

Wherever you are, whatever reason you have to be angry, just say NO to violence. I’m sure the Palestinians can coexist in the same land as the Jews. I’m sure terrorists would go extinct if people said no to violence and if they had no reason to be angry. We must unify and coexist in peace or we would eventually disappear. Please say NO to violence.