THE point of life nowadays in the Arab world and more so in Syria, is the daily living of it.
When one reads about the Syrian revolution , you smell smoke , pictures of fire , accompanied by images of death , bad death , somber pictures of carboniferous towns and cities , villages and the country side . You get a sense that fire and death are elements of destruction and rebirth .
Syria didn't just fall to the revolution in March 2011 , it burnt slowly , and keeps burning , slowly and fiercely . Revolutionary events do not just happen , they ignite .
Such historical outcomes , do not happen according to any grand historical design , nor to well orchestrated conspiracies from other forces , not even from well designated enemies . They are merely collective acts of countless individuals who at a certain point , for a moment , were struck by a moral purpose in their lives . Their dignities .
The obligation to resist and uproot a regime that had been fed on the appetite for domination , subjugation and extermination , is the essence of it all . This is exactly why , the images of fire and death in Syria are elements of both , destruction and rebirth .
Syria has been lately a lot on my mind, it's people , their revolution , and it's desolate and hopeless regime . As usual , thanks for your attention and time . Salamat .
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