A Message to Obama from Bashar al-Assad

“Obama drew that line, and Obama can draw lines himself and his country, not for other countries. We have our red lines, like our sovereignty, our independence, while if you want to talk about world red lines, the United States used depleted Uranium in Iraq, Israel used White Phosphorous in Gaza, and nobody said anything. What about redlines? We don’t see redlines. It’s political red lines”. – Bashar al-Assad.

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This is Syria

ImageFrom Homs to Daa’ra, Aleppo to Damascus… The city is torn, burnt and left to ashes..

Where is humanity? Is this their justice?

This sectarian violence has left Syria in ashes…

In the name of freedom they have destroyed countless homes

Children are being killed but their voices are left unheard

They live in fear that one day they will not see the sun rise again..

Not allowed to enjoy life because terror is the devils friend

Bodies mutilated and others killed

Yet the true killers are hidden behind their western friends

In the name of freedom they have glorified their acts

Deceiving the world and suppressing facts

Destroying mosques and burning down Churches…

From Persecuting Christians to hanging muslims..

Is this their freedom? Is this what Syria deserves?

The devil may be strong but God is stronger

The cries of the weak will be heard at the end… Because God is with Syria we don’t need the devils friendship

©ThevoiceofSyria

Children in the Middle East

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I heard you hated your life… Wishing you were dead…wanting to run away… Or sticking a gun to your head…cutting yourself so you can ease your “pain” ever thought of the children in the Middle-East and how their lives will never be the same?You complain that life isn’t fair while you have a family…home…and people who love you… While babies in Syria are being blown to pieces… Kids in Palestine are being shot in every angle… Families lost… And forever broken… You complain life sucks but you never enjoyed the moment…

You cry  over the person who broke your heart… While children in the Middle-East cry over their parents grave…Someone who is forever lost…Wishing it was them that God had taken away…

Disobey your parents… Roll your eyes and call them names… Others in the world are making the best of every moment they have with their parents by their side.. While others who are less fortunate cry over their parents remains… “Oh daddy…why?… Why are you dead? Please God, take me instead… Bring back my dad for my mother and her kids”…
You cry over a scratch on your arm and think its the end… What about those missing limbs? You want to leave your home because you’re sick of life… How about those new borns who never got to enjoy a minute of their new life…these are the children of the Middle-East… All their lives spent on the streets… Losing their loved ones and being buried alive. Oh if you could only hear the things they cry about at night… “Mommy… Don’t leave me… What am I going to do?…. Daddy is already in heaven… Now i’m losing you too?”…. He broke down into tears and looked up in the sky… Angels came down to earth and gave his mother the wings to fly… And she flew away… Far into the sky…
©thevoiceofsyria