When mentioning the Syrian Golan, the adjective occupied comes first to mind to describe the status quo of this precious part of our beloved country. Yet, this description is linguistically, historically, psychologically temporary. Since Golan is a Syrian free land since dawn of history, and will be restored free Syrian land in spite of Zionist aggressor usurpation.
It is the Syrian Golan, the prince who captured the hearts with its scenic charm, a beauty opening up chests and catching eyes; flowing as an euphonic chant well harmonizing between smooth valleys, majestic mounts, and hills napping on gentleness arms.
That splendor which has well known how to lure the tome of magic to acquire attraction and sweetness. A magnificence that fascinates minds, captivates hearts, and catches eyes. That description of Golan beauty is an accurate account embodied in the most beautiful image.
What can the eye describe of Golan’s charms appealing strongly to the senses? What can the heart tell about its Golan eternal passion? First, that sparkle taking over all hearts by residing inside without asking for allowance; as air enter lungs and dwell in without permission to become life secret and the very essence existence.
Golan complexion has penciled its warm color from olive skinned land rooted to Arabism. It is a velvet satiny peel for her devotees, but convulse to a hurricane of anger on the profane occupier. A skin that has committed itself to remain Intifada until he left out the land which he has tainted; and shall restore her clarity and purity after his departure.
Bloodshot Golan apples are attributed to her martyr sons courage. By means of their deep faith in their land that will return free and virtuous to jump into its caring mother Syria lap.
Golan grapes bunches are welcoming phrases to newcomers. Since Golanis have inherited generosity with their breastfeeding, suckled with pure spring water. Moreover, Golan guesthouse is still today, a symbol of hospitality and Arabian genuine merits.
All Golan visitors who just rest their eyes on its hills, valleys, and prairies; will find themselves surrounded by an exceptional splendor and solemnity, floating on fancy wings to apples orchards blooming bud fragrance where petals swayed and dance between branches. There they will find their selves nearby cherry groves with ruby red, transparent yellow and multicolor berries. Where thousands of those delicious cherries are welding with their seedbeds branches, bowing as if they were Golanis arms welcoming all newcomers. For those who enter houses from their front doors, we carry warm bright lamps; but we will make those fairy lights fire if they broke visiting traditions by trying to sneak like thieves.
These were some bright images of Golan generosity, restored by the Syrian memory not because of oblivion but to express solicitude. We have been long waiting for our beloved Golan to homecoming, hoping its return with the coming freedom dawn.
Firas Taleb
Translated & edited by: Lama Al-Hassanieh