Nothing is left of Eid in Syria but for the name being repeated every year. If we were not ordered by Allah to celebrate it, Eid will be only painful memories.
Like any that took place in the last five years since the outbreak of war in Syria, the days of this Eid comes with pain and grieve to people who again lost beloved so that some were killed, some were arrested and some have flee away seeking refuge; nothing is left except for sad memories.
It has not stop here, more fear was felt due to the raids in Eid particularly regime does not differentiates between a fighter and a civilian or even children and women; they are equal where all of them are terrorists to regime.
In this Eid, Idlib citizens tried to decrease gatherings that are usually held in such ceremony where many who had games did not gathered in one place; every one of them launched his game near his house. This was found before but it became more common in Eid since people feared raids although regime had declared 72-hour ceasefire in all Syria starting on the first day at 12 am to be over on the day after Eid at the same time.
In every backstreets and Alleyways there was a special amusement for the neighborhood children to play. Abo-Mohammed aged 52 years, put his see-saw before his house fearing to put it with the rest games cause gatherings can be targeted by warplanes. He said: “Although regime announced a truth, we are afraid of perfidious raids in the city where we are accustomed to that villainous of regime. Putting my see-saw with the rest games will make me earn more money than being here for playing will be by the children of our neighborhood only”.
Sami and his little sister were asked many times by their parents before leaving the house not to walk away from the neighborhood, “our parents told us that the games in our neighborhood are enough to play despite that there are another games that we love but now we deprived to play them”.
So like this Children of Idlib city spent their Eid; they moved amusements to every neighborhood shortening that large carnival with small one in every neighborhood with the laughs of children who nothing will prevent them from joy and happiness.
By Assmaa Alabed
Translated by Sabah Najem