On the seashore is a girl, and the girl has a family
and the family has a house. And the house has two windows and a door
And in the sea is a warship having fun
catching promenaders on the seashore:
Four, five, seven
fall down on the sand. And the girl is saved for a while
because a hazy hand
A Letter to Those Who Do Not Cry for Syria and Those Who Weep at the Worlds Indifference Towards Syria
Firstly, those of you who’s support for Gaza does not extend towards the suffering of people of Syria and Iraq (and the rest of the world), SHAME on you. Do not act as though you are morally superior for voicing outrage at the situation in Gaza, and remaining indifferent to those suffering similar cruelties elsewhere. All blood bleeds the same crimson red!
The suffering of Syria is real and their unrecognized sacrifices is deplorable! If you cry for Gaza, but do not shed the same tears for Syria, then those for Gaza are the tears of crocodiles! If you pray the martyrs of Gaza will be given glory in jannah and you do not think to pray for the shaheed in Syria, then stop standing for justice in Gaza! Because you do not truly stand for justice. You stand for double standards. A human being is a human being, and the death of one innocent is as if all humanity has died.
To the Syrians that demand more from their world. What can those in solidarity with your suffering do? Syria is a civil war, a nation fighting itself. How do we decide who is more morally repugnant? When all sides have attacked civilians in heinous ways! It is not that the children of Gaza are more precious then your own children, but what can we do? You are not occupied by foreigners, you are brother fighting brothers. How can I stand between you and decide your fate?
This is not an easy situation for Palestinians, or Arabs. Some amongst us, support Assad and demand the FSA is a terrorist group. Others amongst us, demand Assad is a cruel dictator and the people should be free from his tyranny. I cannot see the black and white world war calls upon us to see. All I can see is the blood that fills the streets of your cities without names or sects clearly marked. All I see are the children that have been attacked by the weapons of grown men that are fighting more for the revolution than the people.
My tears for you are genuine, I pray you will find peace amongst yourselves. But I cannot choice a side for you. I can only demand that civilians are not targets! I can only demand that people are allowed to find refuge in another country and that they be allowed to return once the last words is spoken. I can demand your dignity and when you come upon my doorstep in need of shelter, I will give you the best bread in my pantry, the warmest stew my hands can make and the most comfortable bed I can offer. I will not forget your suffering nor will I forget the glory of your people before this catastrophe befell upon you.
And when this is all over, I will sit with you, and together we can cry for those that have been taken from us unjustly!