As the civil war in Syria persists for eight years, I ask myself a few questions:
Will I ever get to return and visit my home land? Will it ever be safe?
Will I ever be able to take my three children, Zade, Dury, and Demi, to see where I grew up? Will they ever stroll the streets I walked when young in Damascus and bought roasted pistachios and boiled corn and chilled cactus pear? Will they ever play in the sand lot where I flicked marbles, visit my school where I misbehaved on a daily basis, and ride the pony like I did every Eid holiday? (Eid is the Islamic holiday after the fasting month of Ramadan.)
Will they ever visit the ice cream shop where I met my crush at the age of fourteen. The conversation went something like this:
“Hi, I am Sahar, what’s your name?” The beauty with hair akin to a dark Arabian night and eyes from the bottom of the green Mediterranean said.
“Hi, I am . . .” I mumbled.
I googled Syria to see if the war is beginning to take the back seat to a normal google search. This was the first page headlines:
- Syrian war: Suicide attacks in the South kill dozens.
- ISIS bombing shatters quiet.
- Series of deadly attacks kill 150.
- US, France, introduce new chemical weapon sanctions in Syria.
- Syria – Wikipedia – where I learned these gruesome facts: Since the beginning of the war in 2011, 470,000 lives have been lost, along with over five million refugees in neighboring countries.
- Israel shoots down Syrian jet close to the border at Golan Heights.
- Syrian government forces close in on last rebel group.
- Hundreds of White Helmets are evacuated from Syria to Jordan.
- Syrian war facts – Next to last entry: April 7th, 2018: Syrian helicopters drop barrel bombs filled with toxic gas on Eastern Ghouta. Over 500 people were killed.
- The Syria catastrophe.
Obviously, things have not calmed down.
What will it take for peace to reside in my land?
Why is it so hard for them to achieve a civil way to work out their conflict? All they do is kill the innocent and maim the young and wound the old and disperse the families seeking life normal – life with the basics of food and water and roof and peace and love.
Here’s an idea:
Why don’t the fighting factions sit around a table in a locked room and not come out until they arrive at an agreement? It’s not rocket science. If you differ in opinion over a matter with someone in the United States, you resolve the issue peacefully for the most part. Although we have had the Civil War and a few other conflicts.
Will humans fight and battle for the rest of eternity? I hope not. Perhaps we should strive for peace not only in poetry. Perhaps we should work towards peace, in our own worlds. If every person on this planet achieved peace in their own world, we would have world peace.
Is that possible? I’d like to think so.
Peace in your own world.