Oh, my dear comrades, allow me to regale you with a tale of a powerful scene from the early days of the Syrian civil war, before the advent of ISIS, Al-Qaeda, and the Nusra Front.
A time when the uprising was a spontaneous and righteous public movement, consisting of individuals from all religious sects - Shiite, Sunni, Christian, and many more.
Mostly students and adults, these brave souls would emerge after Friday prayers,
emboldened by the influence of the Muslim Brotherhood. Yet, as the days wore on, and a year had passed, other groups arose, heavily armed and backed by the likes of Qatar and Saudi Arabia.
Fifty or more soldiers and plainclothes goons descended upon the area, piling suspects into a civilian Mercedes. Three were forced into the boot, and my heart sank at the sight.
And resist he did, my friends, with all his considerable girth and might. It would have taken ten goons to force him into the car, and the goon in charge knew it.
He could not allow his authority to be shown as weak, not with hundreds of eyes watching the scene.
He stood firm, a beacon of defiance in the face of overwhelming tyranny.
Alas, it was not meant to be. The fat Arab eventually succumbed to his injuries and collapsed to the ground. The goon proceeded to beat him still, until he was nothing but a lifeless husk.
Oh dear lord, great spirit divine,
Creator of all things, above and sublime,
What is to become of me, in this moment of time,
As I exist, lost and alone, in this world of grime?
If not me, then who, to navigate this path,
Of despair and darkness, where hope takes a bath,
Am I to be an orphan, for all my days to come,
With no one to hold my hand, in this world so glum?
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If not now, then when, will I find my way,
Out of this abyss, where I'm lost every day,
Am I to lose in life's race, from now on,
Or will I find the strength, to rise at dawn?
Imagine, if you will, a world in which chaos reigns supreme.
A world in which the rain falls down in torrents, flooding the streets and homes of those who call it home. In the midst of this deluge, one man stands alone, desperate for salvation.
She is like a star that has descended from the sky,
Like the golden sun that shines in the heavens.
Her eyes are like the pools of Hapy,
Her lips like the petals of the blue lotus.
Her hair is like the fragrant tamarisk,
Her arms like the branches of the sycamore tree.
All hearts are drawn to her,
And she reigns as queen over the land