If you can’t see how educated this man is or how much he cares for his country than i have no words for you! Your either largely influenced by whatever the media puts out there for you to believe, or you just haven’t done your research yet!
Even after the editing and taking many important pieces of the interview out, America has still failed to making Syria look like a horrible place.
Hey! is that you in the photo kissing the cross and wearing the hijab? if it is, I really respect you a lot for that. It's amazing, especially with all that's going on today in Egypt with the Muslims and the Copts. Thought I would let you now that :)
No sorry its not me, this young woman was part of the Syrian protest fighting to support their president, Bashar Al-Assad, today in Syria. I just posted a clip. I saw the picture on a relative’s, that is living in Syria, Facebook and felt that it really did represent what Syria and its citizens are really about, which is peace, love and respect for each other’s religions and their president (its really hard to find that in the middle east especially now.)
Before I begin this poem, I’d like to ask you to join me in a moment of silence in honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001.
I would also like to ask you to offer up a moment of silence for all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned, disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those strikes, for the victims in Afghanistan, Iraq, in the U.S., and throughout the world.
And if I could just add one more thing…
A full day of silence… for the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the hands of U.S.-backed Israeli forces over decades of occupation.
Six months of silence… for the million and-a-half Iraqi people, mostly children, who have died of malnourishment or starvation as a result
of a 12-year U.S. embargo against the country.
…And now, the drums of war beat again.
Before I begin this poem, two months of silence… for the Blacks under Apartheid in South Africa, where “homeland security” made them aliens in their own country
Nine months of silence… for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, where death rained down and peeled back every layer of concrete, steel, earth and skin, and the survivors went on as if alive.
A year of silence… for the millions of dead in Viet Nam—a people, not a war—for those who know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their relatives bones buried in it, their babies born of it.
Two months of silence… for the decades of dead in Colombia, whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have piled up and slipped off our tongues.
Before I begin this poem,
Seven days of silence… for El Salvador
A day of silence… for Nicaragua
Five days of silence… for the Guatemaltecos
None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years.
45 seconds of silence… for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas…
1,933 miles of silence… for every desperate body
That burns in the desert sun
Drowned in swollen rivers at the pearly gates to the Empire’s underbelly,
A gaping wound sutured shut by razor wire and corrugated steel.
25 years of silence… for the millions of Africans who found their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could poke into the sky.
For those who were strung and swung from the heights of sycamore trees
In the south… the north… the east… the west…
There will be no dna testing or dental records to identify their remains.
100 years of silence… for the hundreds of millions of indigenous people
From this half of right here,
Whose land and lives were stolen,
In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand Creek, Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears
Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the refrigerator of our consciousness…
From somewhere within the pillars of power
You open your mouths to invoke a moment of our silence
And we are all left speechless,
Our tongues snatched from our mouths,
Our eyes stapled shut.
A moment of silence,
And the poets are laid to rest,
The drums disintegrate into dust.
Before I begin this poem,
You want a moment of silence…
You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
And the rest of us hope to hell it won’t be.
Not like it always has been.
…Because this is not a 9-1-1 poem
This is a 9/10 poem,
It is a 9/9 poem,
A 9/8 poem,
A 9/7 poem…
This is a 1492 poem.
This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.
And if this is a 9/11 poem, then
This is a September 11th 1973 poem for Chile.
This is a September 12th 1977 poem for Steven Biko in South Africa.
This is a September 13th 1971 poem for the brothers at Attica Prison, New York.
This is a September 14th 1992 poem for the people of Somalia.
This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground amidst the ashes of amnesia.
This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told,
The 110 stories that history uprooted from its textbooks
The 110 stories that that cnn, bbc, The New York Times, and Newsweek ignored.
This is a poem for interrupting this program.
This is not a peace poem,
Not a poem for forgiveness.
This is a justice poem,
A poem for never forgetting.
This is a poem to remind us
That all that glitters
Might just be broken glass.
And still you want a moment of silence for the dead?
We could give you lifetimes of empty:
The unmarked graves,
The lost languages,
The uprooted trees and histories,
The dead stares on the faces of nameless children…
Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
Or just long enough to hunger,
For the dust to bury us
And you would still ask us
For more of our silence.
So if you want a moment of silence
Then stop the oil pumps
Turn off the engines, the televisions
Sink the cruise ships
Crash the stock markets
Unplug the marquee lights
Delete the e-mails and instant messages
Derail the trains, ground the planes.
If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
of Taco Bell
And pay the workers for wages lost.
Tear down the liquor stores,
The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the Penthouses
and the Playboys.
If you want a moment of silence,
Then take it
On Super Bowl Sunday,
The Fourth of July,
During Dayton’s 13 hour sale,
The next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful brown people have gathered.
You want a moment of silence
Then take it
Before this poem begins.
Here, in the echo of my voice,
In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
This is an intrumental cover of “Ya Banat Iskandaria” (or, “Oh Girls of Alexandria”), originally sung by the Lebanese oud player/singer/conductor Mohammed El-Bakkar. This version by Syriac/Assyrian musician Charbel Rouhana is absolutely phenomenal!
DOHA, Mar 21, 2011 (IPS/Al Jazeera) - Crowds have set fire to the courthouse and other buildings on a third straight day of demonstrations in the southern Syrian city of Daraa.
Residents said one person was killed and scores injured when security forces used live rounds against protesters. Witnesses said dozens were also taken to be treated for tear gas inhalation at the main Omari mosque.
Thousands took to the streets on Sunday, calling for an end to corruption and 48 years of emergency law and to protest the killing of five civilians in a similar demonstration two days earlier.
The headquarters of the ruling Baath party was set ablaze as well as two phone company branches. One of the firms, Syriatel, is owned by President Bashar al-Assad’s cousin Rami Makhlouf, who is under specific U.S. sanctions for what Washington regards as public corruption.
“They burned the symbols of oppression and corruption,” an activist said. “The banks nearby were not touched.”
An AFP correspondent said protesters also tried to march on the home of the town’s governor, but security forces used warning shots and tear gas to stop them.
“No. No to emergency law. We are a people infatuated with freedom,” marchers chanted as a government delegation arrived in the city to offer their condolences for victims killed on Friday.
Syrian authorities have announced that they would establish a commission to investigate the deaths.
Al Jazeera’s Rula Amin, reporting from Damascus, said the government was trying to contain the unrest, to prevent it from spreading to other parts of Syria.
“They’ve made very clear indications that they’re going to sack and dismiss local security officials who are responsible for those killings, and the governor of Daraa,” she said.
Friday’s protest was fuelled by the arrest of 15 schoolchildren detained for writing pro-democracy graffiti inspired by the uprisings in Tunisia and Egypt.
The children were arrested in Daraa earlier this month after graffiti appeared on school walls and on grain silos with phrases such as “the people want the overthrow of the regime”.
The government said in a statement on Sunday that the children would be released immediately.
Daraa is primarily an agricultural community, and the economy has been hurt by falling water levels in recent years. The region also houses thousands of people who left their homes in eastern Syria because of an ongoing water crisis.
A silent protest in Damascus by 150 people this week demanded the release of thousands of political prisoners. At least one activist from Daraa, Diana al-Jawabra, took part in the protest. She was arrested on charges of weakening national morale, along with 32 other protesters, a lawyer said.
Jawabra was campaigning for the release of the 15 schoolchildren from her home city. Another prominent woman from Daraa, physician Aisha Aba Zeid, was arrested three weeks ago for posting a political opinion on the internet.
Residents say the arrest of the two women deepened feelings of repression and helped fuel the protests in Daraa, close to the border with Jordan.
Smaller demonstrations have also been held in the central city of Homs, and the coastal city of Banias.
The non-violent protests started last Tuesday after calls on Facebook demanding greater freedom in the country, which has been under emergency law since 1963.
This is DISGUSTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your fighting for freedom when you are already being given freedom?! Dr. Bashar Al Assad already sent out statements asking what it is that these people want? What would they like the government to change and do? He listens to his people unlike the other presidents that have been over thrown! I find it sickening to see this happening in a country in the middle east where Muslims and Christians are living at peace together. Where the President has put in laws that are fair to all. Dr. Bashar Al Assad is an amazing and educated man he knows that putting a country through rapid change will only damage it! This man is working hard to better his country, this man is bringing upon change a little bit at a time as the country can deal with it. It DISGUSTS me to see this happening. There have been reports that there are MANY MANY MANY Syrian citizens who are also VERY VERY upset about this protest and demand that this protest stops! The killings were done because those people were throwing weapons at guards. Why is it that they have no coverage of the numbers of guards that have been injured or number of citizens who have not been part of this protest but are injured by these so called “activists?” People keep referring to the rights of the Kurds living in Syria that are not aloud to express and celebrate their traditions. WHAT!? Are you kidding me!? I was just watching a channel on satellite covering the celebration that Kurdish people had in Syria for the First day of Spring which is a tradition to them! It just does not make sense!!!!!! I’m sorry but Dr. Bashar Al Assad does not deserve this! My family is from Syria. No we are not rich, we are not alawites, we come from very poor village, we come from an area that is not even noticed on the map. I just hope to God that these people open their eyes, and speak with their mouths not with their violence! This man is an amazing president who is constantly looking for the interest of his people, violence is NOT needed in Syria, a place of PEACE! We love you Dr. Bashar Al Assad, Long Live Syria! God Bless Syria.
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I’ve learned such an amazing lesson today. Well its not something new but just kind of felt like a reminder. The more you trust someone and the more honest you are with them, the more you love them, the more they will hurt you.
The older I get the more I start to feel like the more your respect someone the less they respect you. I’m slowly realizing that in life its better if you are rude, stubborn, a Bitch, etc., because then you get farther in life, and more people respect you and love you.
This is something that bugs me so much. A few words that I have always heard in a relationship are, “You are amazing.” “You are so great.” ” Your the most beautiful girl I’ve seen.” “You are everything I’m looking for.” Along with these sweet comments comes a big huge BUT!!!!!!!!!! after the ” but” comes the heartbreaking comment that just ruins it and breaks you down even more every time. It makes you begin to think, is there something wrong with me? I honestly don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. Am I suppose to pick fights over everything, am I suppose to sit there and not trust the person so I embarrass them with a zillion phone calls asking them stupid questions? I’m sorry but I’m not that person, I refuse to be in a relationship where everything is a constant fight, but this seems to be getting me no where! Instead it makes it hard for me to trust and open up to someone who is real and trying to make things work. It gets worse every time!
It’s things/times like this that I doubt “Love.” It’s times like this that terrifies me when it comes to trusting another person and even loving them. I know I should learn from my past and allow it to better my future, but a person can only be left broken hearted so many times. A human can only put themselves out there and love someone so many times until they lose all hope in this thing called “love.”
I’ve always wanted to be a fashion designer. It has been my dream to make it big, design some of the most gorgeous evening gowns. I was asked to leave this dream behind because according to my mother, ” There is no Man that will be able to cope with you being married to career. Fashion requires you drink, breathe, and bleed fashion. I want grandkids, I want you see you fall in love.” This is my BIGGEST PET PEEVE!!!!! At a young age we are taught that everyone has a soul mate, everyone will meet someone that they will fall madly in love with. Well after ditching my dream and now I’m in school for a Ph.D. I’ve lost ALL hope in love, I know that I am one of those people who isn’t going to have the chance to have real love. My love is my dream, my art, my fashion. And it sucks that I’ve lost it.