Hornet's Nest

During the recent college briefing Diana, UWCD’17 from Syria staggered people of UWC Dilijan with her stunningly precise and honest speech on the trustworthiness of the media in times of war. While the entire college community was amazed by her declamation, she went on picturing the moments of life that were blemished by this disastrous war.


The Daily Mail: “From the outside looking in, Syria appears to be a hornet's nest of terrorist groups and non-state actors.”

In Syria;

The pigeons cooing at my grandmother’s balcony do not sound like the shelling that makes my window shiver every midnight;

In Syria;

My grandma’s olives smell like the countryside; they smell like rosemary and fresh lemons; my grandma’s olives do not smell like dynamite;

In a forgotten suburb in Damascus, Abu Yousef pulls out stacks of fresh vegetables, lays them down on the pavement, and sits in his small stall to read the morning paper. If you were to delve in one of the boxes, you’ll cross paths with dark red tomatoes and odorous parsley, but not a single batch of bullets or grenades.

In Syria;

Each afternoon, when a dreamy twilight kisses the sky and attaches its heavenly gloom to its impartial blueness, the imam ascends to the mosque’s pulpit and sings a call for prayer;

His rhymes calls to harmony and goodwill, for compassion and reconciliation; they do not call for murder or bloodbaths;

In Syria;

The narrow allies of Damascus tell stories of love and life, of art and glory; they encode the agitated shouts of mothers and giggles of children; there are no barrel bombs under the fountains or teaspoons of phosphorous in the first kitchen drawer;

And yet, I gaze at an unapologetic statement that strides through the screen of my computer:

“From the outside looking in, Syria appears to be a hornet's nest of terrorist groups and non-state actors.”


Diana, Syria, UWCD'17