“Ah my little son and how can I forget you.. you are in my heart that becomes weak with you being far away.. you are in my eyes that can not see anyone but you.. your voice in my ears calling me.. but I can not hear anything but your words”.
Those are the words of “Om Abdellah” who is in her eighties uttered with low voice once hearing the voice messages sent by her son from outside Syria asking about her how she was doing and what are her circumstances after his departure.
Thousands mothers in Syria are going through suffering that is taking place for a long time at the time they are in desperate need of providers since they had lost their sons or husbands being killed, arrested or displaced. This doubled the difficulty and miseries of life colored in blue missing whiteness in it.
“Om Samer” who is from Idlib city and aged 55 years, with tears in her eyes before uttering the first words revealed her deap pain for her four sons immigration: “people have slept while my eyes have not yet … who can bring my children back healing my aches.. May Allah banishes your kids away from you .. the fierce war of your regime and brutal warplanes forced my sons to seek asylum fearing my grandchildren lives”.
This year is just like the last five passing years in which regime aiding the stragers who have avidities in our homeland, has claimed souls of dozens thousands sons even by prisoning and killing many of them in regime dark prisons in addition to those who spread in several refuge countries.
The circumstances of arrested mothers are not much better than those women whose sons are forced in fear to leave them.
Om-Abdellah’s neighborhood said: “I am also not lucky like my nighborhood.. but to hear your sons’ voice despite their pain in refuge countries and longing for their homeland is a lot easier than the case in which the heart of a mother who lost a son in prison cells without being able to know whether he is still alive or dead; whether there is a chance to meet him once again”.
Syria young men despite being far away from homeland are dreaming of coming back again to Syria to kiss their mothers’ foreheads who are the patients in a difficult time that getting harder day after day.
“Salma” who is from Idlib city and living in Europe, said: “My heart and soul are with all the mothers of my country.. I miss my mother as if I am a little child.. I miss her reproach.. forgive me mumy for not holding on to my country.. it is a hard choice”.
Om-Abdellah is for sure like any other Syrian mother who will not forgive her children; she said: ” dear son I no longer have tears to cry your departure.. forgive me if I died before we met…I have no reason to stay alive… I hope to have the chance to meet you and embrace yoy tightly”.
By Bayan Alahmad
translated by Sabah Najem
