Where the agenda shall decay, requires many lives to resist against it. It may be best to sacrifice less than many, what is confronted as unknown to the richness of a nation must be repelled preemptively. What is not understood is how you can keep a nation's capital and people safe while battling an invasion simultaneously. When a flag arisen remains, it remains, and will remain how it was raised to be what it is and what or who it represents in its lifetime and for everyone else. We live or fall, but we're in a tension between both, we'll never say goodbye but we will appreciate what was left or what will be left of the native collective. Syria is something more than minds can conceive it to be. It is not a battle to strive for permanent power, but to sustain the choice and vitality of who chosen stability and tolerance among everyone else living in such sentiment and authentic nation where belonging is always fulfilled by its thematic liveliness.
Syria, the life.
Syria, in the city of Damascus, is where everything, absolutely every trace of sentient life, is where i felt alive and at home within the peace of the city. It is where you freely sense the aroma of vegetables being sold around the city, where the nature flourishes the animation and courtesy for the diligence of beauty where the eyesight plunges, never seen a hallucination so beautiful in my life before. It was the scent of jasmine trees that filled the streets of Damascus and the noises of the community moving around the city. It was the nights where the family would enjoy having gatherings at about 4 AM in the morning without tiredness, where others go on picnics to enjoy with friends and expound what there is to smile at and laugh together onward with. It the skies and air of Damascus that is tainted in beautiful smells of food, hookah bars smoking all the time with flavored tobacco coated in glycerin vaporized by the heat of a coal placed on top. It was something about the city that kept my soul harnessed with love and intimacy, it was a sense of belonging where i needed it the most and always had it with me no matter what i went through. It was where i would observe the puffy clouds slowly skim the skies of Damascus where the sun would amplify its rays into gentle heat resonating on my skin, adding melanin. It was where you would wake up to the sound of chickens and cows in the farm behind apartment household which is luxurious and beautiful with a small forest occupying what's left of my view on the balcony, sometimes wild dogs appear out of nowhere and eat pumpkins that sprout which is funny because of their satisfied appetites. It was where your lovely cousins and other family would come over to dine with you, settle and relax to have a gathering where we would exchange our stories, satires and many other concepts of communication that is compact within the diversity of Syria. It was where you would leave at night to go to the local shops, the restaurants of central and downtown Damascus, the vendors that sell very rare, homemade or Syrian traditional goods. The people of Damascus would treat you in a friendly manner, or sometimes not, but again, this is the nature of life in Damascus or Syria, depending where you are.
You could visit the coastline city of Latakia, one of the most beautiful my eyes have ever pondered upon, the beaches shimmer like a haze of sapphire blue stretching across with Syrians enjoying what is there, swimming in the crystal clear water and partying in the resorts with very aesthetic Syrian music, or foreign Western music that fitted their partying appeals. Never can you clearly define and express what you experience in Syria, never can you not smile from the beauty it harnesses all over. Syria itself was one of the most safest nations that existed on the face of this planet, crime was never really popular as the population is secular within the religions. It was the army that kept the nation safe and those around preserving its security.
But now, everything changed. Syria has been desensitized into a state of war, invaded by a foreign proxy aimed to undermine the Syrian state for the interests and agendas of the Western power structure, Syria is what they have been trying to fracture, to incite an actual civil war. Whom are trying to split the nation apart where the religious minorities would start a civil war because of sectarian divides and tensions that escalate. And the nation has been so debased off of its original abstract of life, and into a fabricated nation of war to demonize everything on the government of Bashar Al-Assad. Never has something broken my heart before. I try to look at Syria the same again, and it becomes possible, because it has not fallen into the hands of the West yet even though the FSA (Free "Syrian" Army) exploits the nation for foreign exploitation and dormancy to become imperialized. I still see Damascus and its prevailing beauty, life still flows in Damascus like how it used to except for the population tolerant to the noises of explosions and such similar under a war-like context. Never have i seen such a sequence occur before. But i do acknowledge that this conspiracy being orchestrated on my country is failing everyday and the West need a better alternative plan to exacerbate what is left of Syria while the war continues and impoverishes the culture and liveliness of what once used to be the magnificent Syria. Most do not look at Syria how it originally was, they only attach to the mainstream political narrative forged onto Syria, never will they know such beauty that existed.
I only wish for Syria to restabilize to how and what it was, i wish to return and smile of longing and joy, i wish more than i can. I wish for the thematic abstraction of the everyday life i lived to become intimate to me again.
Even yet, i may substantiate to visit or permanently stay in Damascus this spring or summer, it is the only place i want to be in right now and nowhere else.
You could visit the coastline city of Latakia, one of the most beautiful my eyes have ever pondered upon, the beaches shimmer like a haze of sapphire blue stretching across with Syrians enjoying what is there, swimming in the crystal clear water and partying in the resorts with very aesthetic Syrian music, or foreign Western music that fitted their partying appeals. Never can you clearly define and express what you experience in Syria, never can you not smile from the beauty it harnesses all over. Syria itself was one of the most safest nations that existed on the face of this planet, crime was never really popular as the population is secular within the religions. It was the army that kept the nation safe and those around preserving its security.
But now, everything changed. Syria has been desensitized into a state of war, invaded by a foreign proxy aimed to undermine the Syrian state for the interests and agendas of the Western power structure, Syria is what they have been trying to fracture, to incite an actual civil war. Whom are trying to split the nation apart where the religious minorities would start a civil war because of sectarian divides and tensions that escalate. And the nation has been so debased off of its original abstract of life, and into a fabricated nation of war to demonize everything on the government of Bashar Al-Assad. Never has something broken my heart before. I try to look at Syria the same again, and it becomes possible, because it has not fallen into the hands of the West yet even though the FSA (Free "Syrian" Army) exploits the nation for foreign exploitation and dormancy to become imperialized. I still see Damascus and its prevailing beauty, life still flows in Damascus like how it used to except for the population tolerant to the noises of explosions and such similar under a war-like context. Never have i seen such a sequence occur before. But i do acknowledge that this conspiracy being orchestrated on my country is failing everyday and the West need a better alternative plan to exacerbate what is left of Syria while the war continues and impoverishes the culture and liveliness of what once used to be the magnificent Syria. Most do not look at Syria how it originally was, they only attach to the mainstream political narrative forged onto Syria, never will they know such beauty that existed.
I only wish for Syria to restabilize to how and what it was, i wish to return and smile of longing and joy, i wish more than i can. I wish for the thematic abstraction of the everyday life i lived to become intimate to me again.
Even yet, i may substantiate to visit or permanently stay in Damascus this spring or summer, it is the only place i want to be in right now and nowhere else.
The Poem:
Where birds fly, the trees wave with their leaves.
Where the smell of food ascends, the air is subtle but understood.
Where the clouds skim, the city never sleeps when the sun sets down.
Where smiles arouse, harmony never fades.
Where everyone is happy, we're all happy.
Where security is determined, crime is scarce.
Where entirety enlongates, we never feel alone.
How the sounds of the city chime, we listen.
How life circulates, we watch in joy and comfort.
How tranquility is not subsequent, we accept what is there.
How we see the beauty, we can only feel belonged and loved.
It is the magnificence of beholding the essence Syria has.
But things change.
Where birds fly, the trees wave with their leaves.
Where the smell of food ascends, the air is subtle but understood.
Where the clouds skim, the city never sleeps when the sun sets down.
Where smiles arouse, harmony never fades.
Where everyone is happy, we're all happy.
Where security is determined, crime is scarce.
Where entirety enlongates, we never feel alone.
How the sounds of the city chime, we listen.
How life circulates, we watch in joy and comfort.
How tranquility is not subsequent, we accept what is there.
How we see the beauty, we can only feel belonged and loved.
It is the magnificence of beholding the essence Syria has.
But things change.