Martyrdom Wedding

There ….under the shade of pine he was born and there was his final resting place …. a young man who is full of life has left his house and a groom adorned with martyrdom he has returned .

A small star shined on his shoulder like meteors that soon faded. He left  the quiet house and the prosperity life with his parents and his three beloved sisters to the Military Academy to become an officer in the army. He said to his mother, who begged him to go to the University  and continue his education there , “let me go mother our country needs men to defend him”.

She bid farewell to her only son with tears of sadness for parting but she trilled,  with tears of joy ,when she heard  the news of  his martyrdom.

 “Parting is so difficult but the Home is dear and cherished, Jaafar sacrificed himself for the homeland and chose his wedding to be now, a few days after his  graduating from the college. He did not choose to live with us. He went there where the saints are”. The mother said as she received the body of her son, the martyr.

The battle was in Aleppo … Kwers Airport was the point of the Cubs to Liberate their friends who remained under siege for three years. The airport was liberated  as well as the villages around it. Fathers and sons met….  Some of them were inside the airport and the  others came with the groups that advanced to  Liberate the airport, that  includes an air military college.

Jaafar Ibrahim Sbaheia  went with his friends to cleanse the villages bordering the airport from the terrorists who fled from the vicinity of the airport. There, in al-Hader town he martyred.  When he decided with his comrades to storm the bastions of terrorists despite the request and instructions of  his commanders to rest and leave this work to another group.

 Enthusiasm and faith filled their hearts so they rushed forward to liberate the land and wipe out what remains of the terrorists who desecrated our land and attacked our people.

There, in his village  al-Sounobar, (pine), The news of Aleppo’s victories reaches regularly. Everyone is anticipating even a small news as every one in  the village has dear there; a brother, a son, a father or a friend. Most of the village’s young people are now fighting on the fronts, either with the army or with the units of the People’s Protection (National Defense Forces ). For them there is no place for a person who can fight among children and women. The enthusiasm of those waiting growing every hour . They are eager to hear any news from a phone or TV screen colored in red flash.

Jaafar’s mother was following up the news of the heated battles in Aleppo and her heart is beating out of fear and anxiety because her only son was there, but she often calms  down soon as she knows  well how much he is courageous , faithful and loving  for his homeland.

In the evening the sad news reached when  Jaafar ‘s father came in  with eyes shedding  tears telling his wife that  her son will turn return tomorrow as a groom from Aleppo.

She knows the meaning of this expression very well. She realized that what she was frightened from  had happened. She wiped a bitter tear dropping on her tired face and trilled cries of joy that were followed by muffled cries and a lot of tears that were shedding silently.  She told her neighbors who came to console her that when she realized that she has become a mother of the hero, the martyr, like the rest of the mothers in Syria, she unleashed the joy of her heart, the joy which couldn’t but be translated by tears only, the tears of joy for the honorable that she had got and the tears of sorrow for the son she had lost.

Rasha, his aunt said: ” the night before his martyrdom he phoned his mother and asked her to pray for him and for his friends promising her that he will not let her down.  Jaafar was young but he was having a brave heart and a strong belief that right will prevailed and Syria will triumph”. 

“Jaafar and his friends proved that Syrians live honorably and die as martyrs honorably and that dignity  for them is more important than life itself.” Rasha concluded.

As usual every one in the  village attended the martyrs wedding , congratulated the  martyr’s family and sympathize with his mother. They shared them in receiving their martyr and scattering flowers and rice , accompanying  the funeral cortege until it reached the village cemetery where they bid farewell to the body  of the martyr which was rested under  one of those pine trees as he liked to sit beneath it when he was a student.

Amal Farhat – From Lattakia to The Syria Times

NB: Our heart-felt condolences to colleague Amal and May all our beloved martyred heroes rest in peace.