If this bowl is always empty
If it breathes if it’s lung
If a horse can rise from the ashes
Saul was a sailor on the boat to Damascus
He did not know what he was
Paul turned to a voice it rose up from the waves
It chained his boat to the darkness
A man finds ash & he makes it a man
A horse finds ash in a horse
It lifts us it holds us it breaks us again
Point Zero (by Yazeed Sayed)
This is so beautiful — dancing joy and pain in a time of civil war.
Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss” has been reproduced on a devastated building in Syria by artist Tammam Azzam.
Photograph by Moises Saman
“I remember it was a clear, cold night. The moon was the only source of light in this secret section of the Orontes River demarcating the border between Syria’s Idlib province and Turkey. Standing by the riverbed on the Turkish side, the scene had an air of eerie calm — not a sound other than insects and the faraway roar of a vehicle on a Syrian road. Then suddenly I saw two lights and heard the sound of a tractor approaching the Syrian side. Minutes later, the faint sight of a canoe slowly crossing the river toward me, in it a Syrian smuggler carrying a young couple and their baby girl away from the war in Syria and into safety.
Looking back, I can’t help but think about the many phases that this conflict has endured. From the peaceful protests of the early months to the violent repression from the regime to armed resistance to all-out civil war. The country is disintegrating in slow motion before the eyes of the world.”
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Arabic calligraphy of the following poem by EveritteBarbee on Etsy:
those who are being loved are the others
I will not live
as a stone in a locked room
I will lie down under the skull of my father
as an incomplete kiss
I will leave the lips of my sister
she who has just been killed.
- Verse 3 of “8th Son” by Syrian Poet Golan Haji
(Translation by Mazen Maarouf and Lauren Pyott)
Brave New Voices finals 2012 in the Fox Theatre in Oakland. Heart wrenching poem on Syria.
martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies martyred babies
Houla, anywhere, I am not very good at wanting to live through a world with massacres like extreme weather events we don’t have warnings for.
Omar Offendum ~ #Syria
“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.”
- Archbishop Desmond Tutu
حمص القصور جمعة سننتفض لأجلك بابا عمرو 24-2-2012 ج1 (by Syrian2011X)
Homs. Syrians continue to dance and sing their revolution while Assad brutally assaults and murders them. I have to look away too often from the still and video images of blood and death and torture - but I cry every time I watch Syrians dance.