More than 3 months have passed since I wrote a proper blog post, and this is due to the state of mourning I have been in. More than 4000 (some say over 10,000) of my people have been massacred over the past 7 months, and I was having a hard time dealing with that fact. If you're confused as to what I'm talking about, I mean the Syrian people, who are being killed on a daily basis, while the whole world watches.
This state of mourning I'm in is preventing me from going on with my daily life. I'm finding it really hard to get back to my daily routine. Things I enjoyed doing are no longer a source of joy for me. The longer this situation lasts, the deeper I fall into this pitless hole. The more news I watch, the more I feel worthless for not being able to help or assist these people in anything.
But it's an unchangeable fact, I'm here, they're there, I cant go there, and nothing can be done to help from where I am. Except tweet about what's happening.. of course.
Thinking about this the other night, I came to a conclusion that this will only lead to depression, and I need to drag myself out of this hole. I'm doing more harm than good by allowing myself to deteriorate.
As a start, I decided I'm going to finally start working on the "365 photography project", I have been wanting to do that for a while, and I suppose now would be a good time.
The first entry of this project is a tribute to Syrian martyrs, those who are dying for the sake of truth.
Fatima Krayim - Duma, 1985-2011
So, who is Fatima Krayim? Fatima is a young woman from the city of Duma, a suburb of Damascus.She had recently graduated from university. She was pregnant with her first child. A young woman who has got her whole life ahead of her.
On the fateful day of August 12th, 2011, Fatima was killed.
She was not killed on the streets while protesting against the regime that had killed thousands of her own people, no, a sniper's shot ended her life while she was peacefully reading Quran in the safety of her own home.
One bullet that targeted her balcony, one shooter and feelings of utter hate, bought an end to the life of Fatima and the life within her.
I will not start asking rhetorical questions as to the reasons why something like this has to happen. Nor how could a human being kill another with cold blood, etc etc. .. it will be pointless of me to do so.
Simply put, it's the eternal fight between good and evil, it never ends.. your role here is to chose which side you're on.
Fatima's story is one of thousands. Why I chose her story specifically is because I somehow connected with her. Her story touched my heart and made me realize that certain things in this life demand real sacrifices, ones that not many people are willing to give.
Fatima's home, blood marks on the floor and her husband telling the story of how she was shot