The news is that we have to be unstoppable in our search for humanity, in our love of peace and justice: Unstoppable. My favourite word. For so is every force and you are one. Counter then.
|Malala returns to school after her attack by Taliban|
We have to have lines we never cross towards harm. Yet we have to undo the many borders of ignorance that have been put between us as humanity. So that someone is surprised that I know and care for Syria which is not my land. To see some women who were interviewed in Russia say that they did not know what was going on in Syria was for me almost as bad as hearing that people are dying in Syria. Where is the heart of humanity? Who stirs the news? What does this tell you about freedom of expression so depleted by hunger and power?
Where is our education as global citizens in an era where technology is knocking even at our grandmothers' doors on all continents. I come from where I come from and it is not Syria but I know Syria. I have our own problems in my country and I have my own at home, but I want to feel Syria. I am in Europe for sometime and when I see what Europe knows or her youth want to know about Afrika and other lands, I shudder. I fear for ourselves. We can shout we are not at war with everyone and we do not want war indeed but we are human beings at 'war' as long as we are indifferent. We are at 'war' even should we think beyond Syria's borders.
The diplomacy in Geneva, the words at the White House, the recent Russian solution for Assad are all going into history as part of these deaths and hopefully also in the saving of some people at least as this nightmare rages.
Two years ago I wrote that the sky was covered with blood in Syria. My concern was about many women and men who would not make it, children?
|The World at School/Ken Bhogal|
I saw a human touch yesterday amidst all these boulders of violence. I saw something and watched keenly. Two Syrian girls who are refugee in Lebanon were sat on stairs. They are working with Malala Yousafzai. http://www.itv.com/news/update/2013-09-09/malala-and-gordon-brown-launch-syria-appeal/
They told the journalist interviewing them that they would like to be doctors. I could see why. Perhaps they always wanted to be doctors but for sure they have seen so many wounded around them and they are responding. They smiled with hope. They added that they wanted to be doctors so that if one day we should need them they would be able to help us. I watched other news.
In the morning I woke up with a view of those two girls as two great songs of hope. They were more than flowers blooming with fresh news. They are what the world needs. This is a human story which is normally buried with many in their souls at difficult times. I am so proud of these two girls and the journalist who interviewed them. I feel that they spoke so much hope to the world. For really it is raining blood in Syria and here they are still carrying their beautiful dream in a world that can hardly hear.
I am happy that they are working with Malala Yousafzai and everyone should be. This is important. They were also shown solving math problems on the board with ease. This sign for me remains deep in my heart and will last. I know that the Millennium Development Goals promised us that poverty would be done by 2015, that illiteracy would be a thing of the past, that girls would have equal chances. It was and is a noble goal but the walk is long.
I wonder why it takes such atrocious conditions, wars and calamities for us to work with focus and determination. Why do people who have the mandate to lead nations make decisions that lead to so much suffering? Why is not their work as clear as a game with rules? What is it that steals from power the clarity that these little girls have now? What? Much is left for us to express. I wrote this poem in July 2012.
For the love of Syria where women are giving wombs for tombs