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”

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