What If?

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What if we, Syrians and Palestinian-Syrians, can transform nostalgia into acts of resistence, survival and joy!

What if we, while living identity, crisis can have a way to preserve our memories, heal through narrating them and feel more secured by being able to retrieve them whenever we feel we like to?

What if, there is a way to reconstruct our present through narrtaives? What if there is a way to approach and access our =truly traumatic stories= in neither a self-victimization nor tragic-heroisim ways, but maybe as just humans as we are?

What if, there is a possible way to resist and prevent turning bling eyes to sielences and shadowy ethnical and sectarian cleansing?

What if, we can stand beautifully strong against history forging practices and defend our existence?

What if we can collect the pieces of the shuttered selves and solve some puzzles about who we are? Who were we? and who we are becoming?

What if there is a way to find place?

What if there is a place?

Well, there might be a one.

To the old man and the sea?

The commited journalist

The loving husband

The caring father

The faithful believer

The Human . . . My Father

Here is a beautiful memory blossoms ‘in place’.

If my father was still alive, he would be 83 today. But he is not. Neither his tomb. Nor the places where we used to live together. Nor the places where we used to hang out together. Not the market, not the barber shop, not the park, not the restaurant, not the trees, nor their shadows. That is true. When people die we lose access to them, but we still can visit places we shared with them, or touch things they had once touched. The sensations arrousing from such contacts confirm to us that what we had lived in the past was real. It was not imaginative. In fact, those materilistic artifacts gives a sense of the past itself. When we lose access to them, we lose access to our sense of time and accordingly to our sense of existence. But fortunately, there is always something helpful and healing: Memory. With memories we get a better sense of who we are. There will be many posts on this project about memory.

For the time being, i am sending this first message out, to my father who taught me to love and care and admit and remain strong and never surrender among many other things. May his soul rest in peace.

To all Syrians who lost significant portions of their lives during their strugle for liberty of speech and life in Syria.