I just published by 70th post on my blog wishing everyone a Eid Mubarak – and this post, is dedicated to you my Syria.
This is the seventh Eid you experience – in turmoil.
The seventh Eid you’ve been showered with the blood of your martyrs, purified in thick red, dressed with the smell of their musk.
The seventh Eid you’ve witnessed, in the shade of 200,000 martyrs gazing down at you, from the heavens.
The seventh Eid, Syria. The seventh Eid.
I weep for your newborns, who don’t know the meaning of Eid.
I weep for your children, who don’t run the streets and dress neatly, sleep excitedly, awaiting the big day.
I weep for your orphans, who ask for gifts greater than our understanding, who ask for their parents back, on Eid.
I weep for the wife, whose husband’s whereabouts remains unknown, who hides her tears and broken heart, comforting her children with a brave smile.
I weep for the husband, whose wife raped, killed, and disfigured. His children cry at night for their mother’s care and touch, and he weeps silently for his life-long partner – the mother of his children’s comfort, secrecy, and presence.
I weep for the parents, who almost blinded by tears, look for their children in every corner and alleyway with fading hope they remain alive.
And for every brother and sister, mother and father, son and daughter, wife and husband, every person who has lost their beloved – unable to spend this blessed day with them – just one last time.
I weep out of helplessness. My lack of understanding of what you go through. My intolerance and selfishness. My ignorance.
I know nothing of your struggle.
I own nothing of your courage.
But I pray, I pray that soon the gunfire will stop. The rain will cease to be red. The flowers will blossom, and the children will smile again.
I pray that Eid day will be celebrated again, truly, and genuinely, with heart-felt laughter, sunshine, and jasmine.
I pray that happy little feet will run across your beloved land, dirty little hands will caress your soil – the carelessness of young happy children will make you weep with joy as they skip to the fairground after the last takbir of Eid prayers, emanating from minarets tall and strong.
Eid Mubarak my beautiful.
Eid Mubarak Syria <3