Letter to my unborn...
I am afraid to bring you into this dark world where even man
is afraid of the light. I am afraid to bring you into an age of dissonance to
bring you into a life filled with strife and bloodshed where more anger is being
sewn.
I can shield you from the world as an infant, my dear, and hideaway
my tears when I know of another explosion that shook the cities of Damascus or
Beirut. I can deny that more people are dying when you ask me what’s on the
news … but what happens when you grow up? Will you be another martyr in the
hands of bloody murders?
I don’t want to bring
you up in a world where I have to tell you the difference between Christian,
Muslim, Jew or Druze… I can’t lie and say they are your brothers and sisters,
because family sticks together, not tear each other apart. How can I explain
barbarism to you, how can I explain terrorism and assassinations and brutal
murder? How can I explain that through God’s words, Christ’s sacrifice and teachings
of prophets we have learnt nothing more than killing and separating and hating?
Forgive me if I don’t have the courage to raise you in world
where a nightmare has become a bottomless reality, where we are victims of fundamentalist
murders and ignorant masses...
This Arab Spring has turned into a desolate cold winter, my dear unborn… and
I just don’t have the will power to wrap you in my arms and tell you, “I have
brought you into a beautiful world”.
