Even when I’m not “looking” for stories to share from Syrians, they come to me. Sitting at the sea, a young man a few metres away began talking with me after he saw my Syria wrist-band. I asked a few general questions, and then he let loose on the hell that is life in Halab (Aleppo) with the foreign terrorists. He did so in the same mournful voice that others I’ve met here and in Syria have had, again without the bitterness and anger you’d expect from people suffering so greatly under this manufactured crisis filled with its unending, ghastly atrocities.
With his okay, I recorded our conversation (it’s in Arabic, so will take a bit for me to type out or post the audio), and as with others I’ve met here he said “but no photos, my family is still in Halab, the terrorists would kill them.”
He also said what virtually every other Syrian I’ve met has said: “You should have seen Syria before, it was the most beautiful place, the safest place.”
As we parted, he told me “I needed to tell you these things; I’ve been carrying them around inside me. I have worse things to tell you, but I can’t bring myself to talk about them.”
[I find many parallels between the suffering of Palestinians and of Syrians…(and surely other oppressed/invaded/colonized…but I’m speaking from my own experiences) In both cases, the corporate media distorts the reality and blames the victims. In both cases the people are amazingly gracious and loving. In both cases, they are suffering untold horrors and, in general, keep it to themselves, never get a chance to speak of their sorrows. And in both cases, they have spoken openly and honestly to me, when they see I am willing to listen, because they need to speak of their suffering and they wish that the outside world understood the truth.]