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A letter to our soldiers

I am glad and very thankful that you are very courageous men, you are fighting to keep us safe, I am amazed by how much strength you have, It’s hard to know what to say, or how to thank someone who performs such a great service to our country. I’m so proud of you, of your courage and determination to fight the terrorists, to keep them away from our life. We could see the act of killing they did to innocent people, women, old people and children; the foreign-backed terrorists destroyed the being, buildings, and even the trees.

All the Syrians are very grateful that you are willingly risking your life for us, and for our families, and we appreciate the sacrifices you are making in the defense of our safety. I know being away from your families, your loved ones is painful, but I want to tell you that your families are so proud of you, and so are all the Syrians.

We watch you day by day, you fight boldly facing unknown perils, through the scorching day and bitter night, at night we lay down in our beds feeling safe, because you are awake, you are defending our country tirelessly, we watch you still flying our flag over the buildings and squares, we watch you running from street to street, with lungs full of dust, with strong feet, and high spirit, after those murderers

You are doing your duty with pride, exposing your life to dangers every day. I am thankful for your voluntarism, to be among many brave Syrian soldiers, willing to part from their families for up to two years until now, and putting yourself in harm’s way for us, and for Syria.

I pray for all of you, for your souls ,and for your safety; so many have been hurt or martyred in this fight against terrorists, against unknown persons, and I do fear for you all, but I think you are not afraid, because you know that our God had put bless in martyrs, they will go to heaven, where they will be able to reunite with loved ones who have already passed on, once my cousin who is a soldier said:” if I die don’t mourn over my grave, but remember  the morning call, the summons to rise, because heaven is not the end, it’s only the beginning , the martyr’s scent will stay forever, because martyrs  defend their country, they sacrifice themselves for others, they defy death for their home”.

At last I say:  we are so grateful to you soldiers, we will give our love and thanks to you forever, for having the courage to do all the sacrifices, to Syrians and Syria, please come back safe, God bless you, Amen. Let us sing together these poems by by Abdelrahim Mahmud


I will carry my soul in my hand

And throw it in the valleys of death

It is either a life that makes a friend happy

Or a death that makes an enemy angry

The noble man's soul has two goals

To die or to achieve its dreams

What is life if I don't live

Feared and what I have is forbidden to others

When I speak, all the world listens

And my voice echoes among people

I see my death, but I rush to it

This is the death of men

And whoever desires an honorable death

Then this is it

How am I patient with the spiteful

And patient with all this pain?

Is it because of fear?

While life has no value to me!

Or humiliation? While I am contemptuous!

I will throw my heart at my enemies' faces

And my heart is iron and fire!

I will protect my land with the edge of the sword

So my people will know that I am the man


Butheina Alnounou






I was preparing to go to work, suddenly I heard an explosion, I couldn’t stand or even walk, I didn’t know where my children were! I didn’t know where my husband was? After the initial blast flames reached very high, as the fire fueled itself on burning homes, leaving some in total ruins, and reducing parked cars to ashes. It was like a bomb, I couldn’t realize, I crawled to my children’s room( Sameer and Ali) , I found them crying, and my husband was trying to calm them, we rushed to the street, oh my God, I can’t describe what I saw, mothers were running after their children, fathers were running to help, the wounded people were screaming, one of our neighbor’s,  called (Lyla) was about to marry, she and her beloved were preparing for their wedding, but her beloved died, she couldn’t even believe he died, the realization hit all her hopes, her glory, and her faith.

We took our children to a safe place, and came back to help others, another explosion happened, and may be third; it looked like hell on earth. Our house had gone, we had nothing, everything had gone, we’re homeless now.

Sameera paused a little to cry, then continued:” That was awful, many people were wounded, others burnt, I heard the screams of the survivors,  these were not the voices of the dead, they had no time to scream, no time to even consider it, and no time to say goodbye.”

She added “I have really lost the control of my mind, I live in the fear of losing my children, and that I would end up in total darkness one day, with my hopes and dreams all shattered and my entire inner universe blinded and destroyed. But I still have hope, they can kill many, but they can’t kill our spirit, we are Syrians, we will defend our country with the last one of us, they are just terrorists, they proved that they are the enemies of Islam; they are undoubtedly the agents of Wahhabis and Zionists. We won’t give up, we won’t give up, life is not fair, but it is still wonderful.”

At last I say: This is the story of one of thousands, that some terrorists even do this in the name of God, indicates a high point of ignorance and backwardness, while other nations are fast- forwarding their movement to the moon, they want us fast reversing to Stone Age atavism.

We are conscious to all their dirty games, and conscious to their conspiracies, we know that our way is not soft grass, it’s a mountain path with lots of rocks, but it goes upward, forward the sun.

    Butheina Alnounou

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My little Angel taught me a Lesson




My elder son is a doctor, after graduation he married, then his wife gave birth to a wonderful child, they named him Basheer. They lived with us for six years, we were very happy to see our grandchild growing among us, he felt loved and secured among us, and learned good, morals and he had a solid foundation for his future, because children need strength to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, and a living  example to learn from .Then my son decided to travel to Germany, where he can continue his studying, so they moved on.

My grandson is now eight years old, two days ago, his father told me a story about his son, I want to share this story with you.

He said: When I reached home, I found my wife shouting at my son as to take his lunch, and he was crying, he didn’t want to eat. I asked him to eat, he refused, and then I told that he will not grow, and may become sick and many kind words of love, again he refused. Suddenly, he wiped his tears with the back of his hands and said ‘’Dad, if I eat will you give me whatever I ask for? ‘’ I said, yes, then he asked his mother to do so, and she did.

We gave him our promise, but we asked him that he shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. He said: no, dad I don’t want anything expensive, slowly and painfully, he finished eating the whole quantity of his food.

After the ordeal was through, he came to me with his eyes wide with expectation; all our attention was on him, ‘’Dad, I want to visit two of my friends for a while ,please can you take me ‘’ I said : ok, I took him to his first visit, but he asked me, not to enter, then a boy in his age, came out and rode the car in with him, we went to another house, where another friend was waiting for us ,they rode the car in, then they asked me to go to the barber ,I was astonished , but I did, they asked the barber to have their hair cut, I tried to interfere, but he reminded me, that my promise must be kept. I closed my mouth, because he would never learn to honor his promise. They went out with their head clean-shaven, but they were still very nice.

The next day, I dropped him off to his school. It was indeed a scene to watch my hairless boy with two hairless friends walking towards their classroom, they turned around and waved, I waved back with a smile, just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted,’’ Basheer please wait for me!’’ what struck me was the hairless head of that boy, ‘’may be, that is a new style, or may be the fashion ‘’ I thought.

‘’Sir, your son is great indeed’’ without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, ‘’That boy who is walking along with your son is my son Hanse, he is suffering from Leukemia” ,she paused to muffle her sobs “ Hanse could not attend the school for the whole of the last month, he lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy, he refused to come back to school, fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Basheer visited him last week, and he promised him that he would take care of the teasing issue, but I never imagined he would persuade his friends, and all to sacrifice their hair for the sake of my son”. I stood transfixed, I wept,” my little angel taught me a lesson” then he continued “the first seven years of a child is the most important, they shape his morals”

At last I say: No one has yet fully realized the sympathy, kindness, and generosity hidden in the soul of a child, the effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.

      Butheina Alnounou                                                                              This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.




Women's Empowerment Projects on Top of Aga Khan Priorities in Syria




DAMASCUS,(ST)_ Woman Empowerment has been the preoccupation  of projects carried out by the Aga Khan  Network  for cultural services.

Within the context of its initiative on social and economic development, concentrated in Aleppo on institutional activities,  Agha khan Network  targeted mainly mothers, girls and children in the old city . The activities covered education sessions for housewives and girls about Summer diseases and awareness campaign and detection of breast cancer detection

In 2011, the Network organized an environmental course on economical household plantations for 300 women in Aleppo. Other courses were also held for women in Aleppo on hair cut for ladies and facial care, English language and literacy courses, in addition to getting women involved in planning and implementation of projects.

Other activities included  forming groups  of women working in  cheese and dairy , olive products , home vegetarian garden,   training  women from poor families on  skills related to sewing recyclable bags, as part of the Aga Khan Network set policy to empower women as  the main sponsor of the family.

T. Fateh




The Thorn Bird !




Armed terrorists with dirty hands, killed our neighbor, when he was about to enter his building, his car collided with the door of the building, we all heard the noise of the collision, I looked out from our balcony, I saw people trying to move him off his car, he was still alive, although he was bleeding, he smiled and cried “ Long live Syria” he was still saying it, until he died.

I heard his voice, as if he were singing, the music seemed to come from all of him, the sound poured out with such force and conviction that I wanted to sing too, he seemed to be singing about the rising sun, about a new day full of hope, about beautiful flowers and the gentle fields, about cool, flowing, sparkling waters to wash all the blood away, he was just singing to Syria with all of his being.

Here I remembered the legend of (the thorn bird): There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than other creatures on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it finds one. Then singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine .And, dying, it rises above its agony to out carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain…Or so says the legend”.

I felt resurrection inside me, about new possibilities, about new ways of looking at life, about a new day full of hope, as long as we have such people, about the beauty of creation, and a great love to Syria, that washes away mistakes, hatred, and rancor. With all our being, with all our strength, let’s just sing to Syria.


  Butheina  Alnounou

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Happy Eid to Syria


Eid is coming soon, I wish a happy Eid to everyone in our beloved Syria. Everyone wants to celebrate the festival with joy as our country is clean of terrorists. Eid used to be a very nice occasion that people put on nice clothes, spend a lot of money on buying sweets, cookies  and food. They visit friends, neighbors, and relatives; it used to be a special event full of happiness.

However, all of us don’t feel well during this Eid. We keep thinking of those who become displaced due to terrorist’s attacks, and can’t afford a meal, or buy new clothes to their children. We have to think how we can add the color of happiness to the Eid of those who have experienced hard times, because of terrorists who displaced them. The joy of Eid will be marred, if even one remains hungry, uncared for.

Even if we cannot afford them money, we can always do something to brighten their lives when we stop being selfish, and thinking only of our fun, pleasure, gaiety, and happiness.

To me, the best way to help those people is to give them a hand up rather than a hand down.” Don’t give fish to the poor, teach them how to catch the fish."  ( I like this saying). Hence they mustn't depend on anyone for their next lunch or dinner”. They need help to survive so you have to give this help with hearts full of humility and sincerity. It also makes them aware that someone really does care about their self esteem, dignity and restore their self confidence in overcoming barriers that face them everyday.


We all are touched by the incidents hitting our beloved country, and want to do something. Our soldiers are sacrificing their lives for us to live happily and safe, so whatever we do is nothing in comparison to those heroes' deeds. I believe that instead of buying a new jacket or dress, spend money in different ways and even if we haven’t a lot of money to afford, let’s spend just few hours, in showing kindness to other people.

There are many ways to donate, may be through organizations, or by visiting displaced makeshifts centers. You know, even a smile, a hug, a helpful hand, a kind word or a listening ear will be effective, when someone suffered loss or tragedy. The blessing of giving always comes back to us, not only on Eid, but also throughout our life, I think it matters more than you imagine.

We should not feel despair, because there is so much suffering and grief around us. Instead, we should do what we can to make things better, and encourage others to do the same. The person who sows seeds of love and kindness enjoys a perpetual harvest.

I love you all, you love me too, because we share the same land, sky and same homeland. With love we can rebuild our country as love has eyes to see misery and need. It has ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of people. It also has a hand to help others.

Finally we ask Almighty God to guide us to the right path.


                                                                                              Butheina Alnounou

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Child labour: A reflection of current crisis

The phenomenon of child labor in Syria has become one of the hot debated issues, under the current crisis, as thousands of Syrian families  have become homeless along with their children, who  are obliged to stay in streets seeking work to support their families.

 The question raised is whether the Syrian child is taking his due right and the reasons  that pushed  the  Syrian children under this crisis   to join the labor market early.

The answers come from children themselves. Muhammad, is a 10 year old child, who came to Damascus from  Homs  with his family . He said he could not join 4th grade elementary school in Homs, because his school was demolished by the terrorists and he is now working in selling tobacco with his disabled father in the streets. Muhammad's  father, continued the child with tears in his eyes,  cannot  afford to provide education  for his other 5 brothers who  all dropped out of  school for the same reason.

Muhammad said that he saw two of his class-mates  laying dead in the street in front of their school after being shot by terrorist snipers, adding that  he no more likes the school and prefers to stay in the street selling tobacco from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. carrying the memory of his class-mates and school with him.

Ali, a 16 year old child  whose  fate was sealed into streets as to support his widowed mother, two sisters and two brothers  , after their father was killed in a terrorist explosion in Harasta, in the outskirt of Damascus, is another victim of the terrorist acts. He quitted the school to work in selling combs in the streets. He refused to get money from passersby or to be treated as a beggar. "I want to support my family with my own money and hard work", he insisted. He, all the day, has been quarreling with his rivals in this profession to attract more clients.

When I asked Ali if he still dreams of returning to school after the crisis, he said:" This gloomy condition would not kill my dreams to continue my study and be a human rights activist or a lawyer to disseminate national awareness among all Syrians to reconcile and leave their differences behind, and to build a new Syria for all Syrians." Ali, whose efforts are dedicated to ensure minimum  requirements  of food basics  to his family added : " I do not want to see more displaced children  like me in streets".

Evidences are numerous on the number of children, both boys and girls who come every day to Damascus from neighboring town to work hard and return back with little money to their displaced  and vulnerable families.  

It is extremely regrettable, under the current crisis to have local traders who exploit the situation and prefer to recruit children because of low wages and the possibility of having control on them for long work hours.


Tomader  Fateh