In the past few days, my mind has been a battlefield. Thoughts slamming around, wrenching the bits of sanity left in me. And one question hits the hardest.
Where were you?
Almost 6 six years of war, and never have I ever seen the name of my city, the name of Aleppo, printed, typed, written or said as much, never have I ever received as many messages of support as I have these past days. It almost felt like war had just started and I was the only one, not aware of it.
Almost six years of heartbreak and pain. Yet, suddenly the world feels for my people, my city.
So I wonder if it only gets outrageous for you when you find it on the first page of the latest magazine?
I would love to believe the warmth of your words of support and scandalized reactions but I have a very hard time doing so when I never hear your outrage about the other side of the city.
Tragedies are occurring everywhere. So do you decide to take a side and counter the other because you don’t agree with those under which it’s in control?
Or do you stand for one city in its entirety regardless of political stances?
The reason why I’m so disgusted is because every once in a while, Syria becomes trendy again but the suffering of my people isn’t your 4pm cup of tea.
Dima K.