Happy Deraa

"Hello...Hello... " (A caller voice) "do you hear me? Please answer. I am calling from Deraa."

I hear Children's cries and women weep behind the caller's, anxious voice calling me from Deraa.

"Hello Brother," (the caller said) "my name is Khalid Abu-Saif, and I am calling from Deraa."

"My Brother," (he says) "I am here with my wife, daughter and 2 children. You hear them cries?", (he asks) "and we live on the 2nd floor, Hashim building, Freedom Square, in the city of Deraa."

"I dialed the phone to a US number" (he asks,) "This is the US and you're American?". I answered "yes" to the scared voice from Deraa.

"My brother," (he said) "some evil men are breaking in and we are all doomed for torture, rape and slaughter just like all people in Deraa."

"Oh help us please! Just save my kids, my daughter and my wife and if I'd be such a burden I will stay and die in Deraa."

"Dad," (child's voice) "ask the American to come for us, Tell him now where we are in Deraa."

"Sir." (I replied ) "what can I, an American, help you with? Such a long ways from here to Deraa."

"Oh brother," (weeping he says) "aren't you the American, the free, the righteous power, the judge, the fair and just? The hand of strong for the weak? Oh Brother, please we are the mentioned. We are Deraa."

"Sir," (I answered with broken heart) "the virtues you have mentioned are in the land of the free in the hand of the free and it was here and gone there to the ones like you in Deraa."

"Sir, we stand proudly slaved for GOD-FUN and COUNTRY-FUN and help those with the GOLDEN means for ADDED FUN, and if so you can PRODUCE or have the MINES we would have come before the 40,000 body count in Deraa."

"We have a life and daily chores, must go to work and pay the bills, must drive the kids to the prom, and the happy hour we couldn't miss. Sir, (I loudly cried), we have no time for GOLD-LESS tortured cries such as yours, your kids or all of Deraa."

"When the American coming?" (the kids cried)
"Oh kids," (the father lied), "the Americans are here in Deraa."

(The kids anxiously screamed) "Tell the American; 2nd floor, Hashim building, Freedom Square in Deraa."

"Oh kids," (the father said) "calm down you precious souls, and lay your heads may you sleep the final sleep with happy dreams of life we had in Deraa."

"May you forgive me my beloveds, for I have failed to keep you safe, in a simple life, in such tiny space, in a small town, called Deraa."

"But before you go I here do swear I shall go first, and will be waiting in a peaceful other side called the happy Deraa."

"For when you come I'll hug you all, take your fears and wipe the tears and forever my beloveds, I'll give you all what I could not here in Deraa."

"Really Dad," (young son excitedly said), "and we'll have food to eat, cereal and fruity pops or even ice-cream with cherry tops, and can we play in the park or go where we want in happy Deraa?"

"Ok Dad, I can't wait," (the other son replied), "Tell the American to stay home with his kids, he need not for us to come, we want to be with Mom, you and sister, Salwa in the happy Deraa."

"Will I suffer much Dad," (the Daughter Salwa cries), " will I go to heaven? Or going to see God? Please be there Dad, I am afraid of getting lost, for all I've known in my life was Deraa."

"Fear not you innocent soul," (Father cries), "have faith and hold strong, for no matter what from you they may take, you'll always be the precious you. Just remember, it's only the flesh can be torn by the wolves, like the wolves of Deraa."

"And if you should feel despair, just hold on for it shall quickly pass and if so, pass from Deraa to a better Deraa."

(Speaking to his wife )
"Oh My loving wife, what loving words in shame can I say? You hoped I the farmer not the Hay, you trusted I to lead the way, and I failed you all my beloveds here today. How precious and dear a price to pay, Forgive me, Love, but I must go prepare the kids a happy Deraa."

(The wife cried in reply)
"Go in peace, my dear man, for you are truly my man. You gave your all as true man, you did no wrong to your fellowman, you just asked freedom from a countryman, who would have known such evil a man can do to a man. Just go in peace my good man, And wait our kids in happy Deraa."

"Hello... American? You still there? You cry?" he asked, "How come cries and weeps he who's well and free? While calm and content we who's doomed in Deraa."

"My new friend" (with tears I replied) "and brother to, I cry not for thee but for We, the Free and Freedom Torch, who just died with the dead in the streets of Deraa."

"40,000 bodies and count, on freedom path, straight line from its champions in DC to the city of Deraa."

"And if a higher cause we await, for such cause no higher cause like the cause of Deraa."

"And all the numbers of the True Free are toll free to call from the weak, oppressed and the free like you my friend from Deraa."

"Calm down my friend; be in peace," he said, "even so the world is blessed with the free, is also plagued with the evil like the evil in Deraa."

"Brother," he said, "your good words where high in deeds, so rest assured that with the likes of you, your land is still the land of the free and the freedom Torch lights all the way from the LADY to Deraa."

"Salwa my child," (the father said in despair,) "this prayer robe I wear, within you must hide, and when I fall you fall and keep still, hold your breath and await, till the howling sounds fade away from the streets of Deraa."

They Shot the Door. I heard the bang and the father Pleads. "Oh God,,, Oh God,," I kneel-ed to pray, "I'll give it all away, walk the path, feed the poor, help the weak, and make the Deed, just save my friends in Deraa."

I heard the cries and all the weeps, a father promise he rushed to keep, and faded sounds into the deep, till sounds no more from Deraa.

Such an evil deed was done in Deraa.

To Be Continued

Salwa Abu-Saif
(to my Loving Dad here in the US) &
(In the memory of my beloveds Mom, Dad and Brothers in the Happy-Deraa, Syria. ,,I Miss you so much)

Author Notes

What more can be said, Salwa said it all, its your turn to shout, so let me know and please comment from your heart I will pay for the ink !! others using their blood to write about their end.