His name is Sami, but he prefers to be called Sam. He’s 12, his dream is to be a model and fashion star, he loves clothes and fabrics very much, and he wants his friends to understand that “even men can be models!!” Remember Sam very well, because I will return to him later.
Last Friday, the sky of Damascus was in rainbow colours for a couple of hours, music in the street, dancing, and joy all over the place; inhabitants of the Syrian capital, went out celebrating the commencement of the “I Love Damascus” statue at the heart of the city, Umayyad Square. Meanwhile, a couple of kilometers away were heavy clashes.
Latakia fire Brigade in Latakia wrote today…
(Translated by Jamila Assi)
Before we start, we would like to note that the video attached to this post is very important, it was broadcasted on RT [covering the White Helmets issue].
People say sometimes, how can you show joy and live like nothing is happening around you?
how can you celebrate publicly when there are others suffering not so far from you?
how can you play music and someone lost a beloved in the neighbouring house?
Are we expected to dress in black, never to smile, never to play music in the streets, never to enjoy small moments of life, to bury ourselves in life?? what for??
Would that bring back the dead?
Would it make us stronger?
Would it make us safer?
Would it wash away the pain?
Would it end war?
Six years of war so far, and no one knows how longer will it last. Syria has seen much throughout history, but never did life seize to exist, and never will.. Read more