I’m not sure of how long it takes for a human to accommodate to the pain of loss, the pain of war. I’m not sure it ever happens.
5 years, and my throat tightens as much as when I first realized that it was war in Syria.
But, when you hear the word “war”, all you picture is chaos.
Yet, 5 years ago, another meaning got built in my head.
Loss and destruction have taken a thousand meaning.
The destruction of dreams with the country crumbling.
The loss of loved ones.
The innocence of children robbed.
Chaos in the heart and mind of every Syrian being.
The hope for peace finding its way through the dark clouds of war.