Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Syria
One Voice from Syria: A Daughter of Damascus
One voice from Syria, the ordinary voice of a citizen of Damascus:
When you watch the news, do you ever wonder, like I do, “where is the voice of an ordinary citizen?” Do you wish reporters could knock on a family’s door, be invited in for dinner and discuss what is happening through their eyes over coffee? We may never get this point of view in the media. But we can still get it. All we have to do is talk to one another. I offered “Maryam” A daughter of Damascus, my blog for a day.
My Friend in My Country’s Cross Hairs
Miriam, a divorced, Islamic, single mother with a PhD, freedom to live, work and enjoy life unmolested and unrepressed. Under Assad, Miriam enjoys a full time professional career alongside men. Christians, Muslims, from multiple ethnic backgrounds, working with her. In contrast, she sees terrorist groups gaining influence with the rebels. Some rebels eat the organs of their victims, others make necklaces out of the nipples of women like Maryam and her daughter. “Prizes” Taken after raping Assad supporters.