To all heroes in Syria who are under bombs in Homos and everywhere… Freedom is coming.
Here are two very moving posts by Maysaloon http://www.maysaloon.org/
THURSDAY, MARCH 01, 2012
Stop asking me how things are in Syria, I don’t know. I want the killing to stop, I want my family and every family to be OK, to be with their loved ones and to argue about silly little things that mean nothing. I want a return to the pettiness of every day life, of worries about raising children, of who to marry and what to wear. I want so much for all those people who died to come back, to say that it was all a bad dream and that we’re all going to be together again. I feel the childhood terror of losing your loved ones, of wanting them to be with you forever, where there is no illness, no death and no evil. But it seems that I want the impossible.
If the deaths and the suffering of all those people is not to go in vain, if this country is to heal again and if we are to know happiness once more, then Assad and his regime must go. They must. This cannot be allowed to go on.
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POSTED BY MAYSALOON AT 8:53 PM 0 COMMENTS
My country is in the grip of revolution, civil war and the mother of all international scheming and political intrigue. How can somebody try and articulate the sheer horror and despair that I – that all of us – feel about what’s been happening? At some point language just isn’t enough. I watch – without wanting to – video after video of people who have been killed there and I notice the pasty complexions and the glazed look of eyes that are no longer needed. A man or woman, sometimes a child, lie dead with lips that once kissed a loved one, hair that was once caressed, hands that were once held, but now destined for a slow corruption. It’s all so bloody awful. There is an aching pain in my chest that won’t go away and I’m so tired all the time.
and Dr Mohammed
and check this http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/20772894

Residents from Damascus and Aleppo told the Daily Telegraph of the secret operations to bring aid to those trapped in the bombardment.
Fearing punishment by the regime for helping the opposition, the medicines have to be hidden on the journey, explained Sana, 31, an Aleppo resident who has taken it upon herself to help.
“I travel by public minibus, hiding small amounts of medicines and money at the bottom of my bag,” said Sana, who has a nine year old son.
The road from Aleppo to Homs is strewn with checkpoints of the much feared Mukhabarat intelligence service. Stopping every vehicle, they compare identity cards against the now extensive list of people wanted for joining the Syrian opposition. Convoys of buses carrying Syrian troops are seen on the highway, along with military refuelling vehicles. Tanks are stationed strategically on bridges and in scrubland.
