You know that feeling when an indescribable pain, a sadness so deep insides you becomes overwhelming? You try to cry it out, you push yourself to extremes just to move on, to go beyond it, you work on reasonable explanations. And you remain silent.
No, I am not talking about my broken romance.
Today was all about silence. My silence. The world continued to sing, to dance, to feast and to chat. And that’s okay…and no, it’s not okay. And I’m lost for words and my metaphors are missing. How would I ask them to be silent with me, just for one moment?
Because somewhere, in this world, there was a place I used to dream about. With big gardens and the sweetest fruits, with the purest color of the sea, with kind people and joyful children. “I will go there one day”.
This is one promise I’ll never fulfill.
I’ll never truly understand the invisible wires that connects me to Syria and, maybe, they’re just in my imagination. I just know how much it hurts to see the destruction. The devastation and the killings. The innocents, the dust and the blood. It tears me apart.
And I can’t do anything about it.
Yes, I signed petitions, yes, I shared terrible news and heartbreaking footages. I tried to create awareness. I did it and it was in vain. No one cared and no one noticed. No change, no solution, no end.
I’m no angel, but if I were, for just a day…
I would fly there and I would carry them with me, on my open wings to a new place. A new country, with beautiful gardens, blue skies, safe homes and loving arms. I would make them believe that every wound was just a nightmare. I would heal their hearts.
But I am only human, submitted to human laws.
This isn’t about politics, religion, not even about war itself. It’s about people like you and me, about children like yours and mine. It’s about love, a love that’s dying with every dead child. So, please, stay with me, for a moment, in this silence.
And while you’re here with me, please hold my hand. We’re not that different, you and me. We may pray in different ways, we may read different books, we may argue sometimes…but there’s only one Heaven above us. And we’ll surely get together there, one day.
So join me in my silent prayer for a miracle. For Syria.
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