“You can “worry” as much as you want over the future of Syria, you can put it all in one cooking pot and tell all the world how scared you are… you can hide in your little corner at your warm house in the exile where you are safe so you can better worry about the future of Syria. But you have no right what so ever to steal the grip that Um Sa’ed has on life, don’t you dare tell her she needs to be scared over the future, don’t breech her on “secular” or “Islamic” state, don’t you cry in her name.”
The neighborhood witnessed heavy shelling that day as the sounds of strong clashes went deeper and further into regime-controlled areas. It is the collective punishment whenever the regime is hit by the FSA, shelling the liberated areas.
We were sitting at an FSA checkpoint when a woman was standing at her door, looking after her young children playing outside ignoring the close heavy shelling and sounds of clashes.
Despite all attempts by our FSA guys trying to get her to go inside, she kept smiling at them and playing with her children.
I went to speak to her to try to convince her to go inside with her children, as shelling can hit our street any minute.
“Marhaba, don’t you think it is better if you and your children went inside until shelling goes down a bit?”
“Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?” she replied
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