January 2012
2 posts
Thoughts on Syria / كنت عم فكر بسورية
As a Syrian-American, I consider myself pretty out of touch with the “mother country.” For years, I felt more American than anything else and easily hid from scrutiny behind my maternally inherited German likeness. Up until recently, I didn’t have much reason to feel Syrian. I had visited the place on only a few short occasions, and growing up, I didn’t have any Arab friends. Even if I had, I...
Posts from Syria
For a long time now I’ve been resisting a growing urge to announce publicly my thoughts on the situation in Syria. There are many reasons for this, but mostly I felt I didn’t really have the right to comment. I barely know Syria, its people, or its politics. So while my heart silently cried as blood began to poor through the streets of the old cities, I fixed myself up a smile and...
