Ayman Abu Hashem in his latest article in Orient Net Arabic argues that there are many big questions about the Arab dilemma and the destiny of the Arab peoples and countries and points out that answers are not there because such questions are bigger than the potential plans.
The writer adds that more painful questions include the feasibility of belonging to communities fragmented between brutal regimes, miscarried revolutions and killing identities under the umbrella of powers that fight over dying counties which unite only in chocking minds and overthrowing human sanctity?!
Abu Hashem argues about the price of freedom and says it is not possible when it is equivalent to the absolute absence of the right to live.
The writer explains that we have lived in the illusion of homelands and we could not know that their keys are in the hands of gangs which are professional in killing people’s souls and changing their dreams into nightmares. That is why our revolutions did not exceed such a vicious heritage making the people vanish.
Those who kill and those who exploit and trade in the name of the murdered revolution have the full freedom to portray our lost identity, the writer argues, while we become no more than scapegoats. The five years were not enough for the abandoned Syrian people to announce the surrender of its orphan revolution, but they were a bloody witness on the longest massacre in modern history where camouflage is a bigger witness on the hypocrisy of the whole world and the collapse of its values.
Abu Hashem concludes by asking: who will be that historian who will document this era of the collapse of the world? No doubt he has to surf in an archive full of blood, moaning and wailing and to sink in political and moral discrepancies. He must feel his body and soul to make sure he escapes the horror of barrels, dungeons and knives. When he finished thousands of volumes about those who were killed, those who killed, those who betrayed, those who were disappointed and those who were displaced, he will release his last exhale and see a horizon he has never seen before. Nothing can be retrieved because a country called Syria was the dividing line between life and death that endured all the grievance of life for meaning to have a glimmer of hope.
