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A Love Letter to Jailed Syrian-Palestinian Bassel Khartabil

Bassel Safadi and his wife Noura. Photo from Noura Ghazi Safadi's Facebook page.

Bassel Safadi and his wife Noura. Photo from Noura Ghazi Safadi's Facebook page.

*The portions of this post written by the author, Leila Nachawati, were translated by Diana Navarrete.

March 15 marks the third anniversary of the detention in Damascus of Bassel Khartabil—also known as Bassel Safadi—a well-known Syrian-Palestinian blogger and open-source software developer. A Creative Commons leader in Syria and active in projects like Mozilla Firefox and Wikipedia, he is credited with opening up the Syrian Internet and extending online access and knowledge to the public. According to the European Parliament, his detention is part of Syrian government efforts to restrict access to online communities and stifle freedom of expression in the country.

Bassel was arrested days before his wedding. His wife, Noura, chose February 14, Valentine's Day, to make this letter public:

I cannot write a poem on Valentines’ day, I really must see you, I need to steal words from your eyes, I can only think of your eyes now.
And when I really deal with your eyes, I have no words. I cannot think anymore, I am thinking of Syria, ouch Bassel. It hurts, Syria hurts.
Syria whenever I mention its name I cry 
for Syria all the love
I wish we know how to love it, if we loved it we would have never reached where we were…
I think we all love it but we do not know how to love it, 
we are not even learning how to love our Syria
Bassel, I am very afraid, I am afraid about the country that is being slaughtered, divided, bleeding, being destroyed..
Ouch Bassel, I am very afraid that our dream is changing from seeing ourselves being the generation freeing their country to the one witnessing its destruction. Ouch Bassel, I am very afraid …
I want to offer a rose
not red like blood 
not white like the colour we never carried on our wedding day 
I want to offer a blue rose, the colour I wore when we got married, 
in the colour of the skirt I was wearing when you told me you loved me 
Ouch Bassel, we owe this country soooo much 
every moment I am tired
every moment I am weak 
every moment I cry 
I feel selfish and only thinking of me in Syria 
I feel I want to desert it and leave and then I get back and promise my Syria to be strong 
I want to say beautiful 
I want to stay a human being, 
I want to tattoo its name on my hand
Syria is worth it my dear Bassel 
let us try this time for Syria’s sake 
for Palestine’s sake 
the Palestine I live through you 
you are my beautiful other half that i live in you 
you are my lovely Palestinian half 
imagine 
I miss myself in you 
I miss everything in you 
I miss Syria and Palestine in you

March 15, the day of Bassel's arrest, is also the day that commemorates the start of the Syrian popular uprising. In the spring of 2011, when citizens from across the region took to the streets to demand freedom, dignity and justice, anything seemed possible. Four years later, the dream of Bassel, Noura, and many others, has become a nightmare. Syria is under constant threat, though the suffering of its population no longer makes the news. 

Just recently, government bombing killed more than 150 people, without making any headlines. Today, only the atrocities committed by Daesh (ISIS) are in the news, and the Syrian people are also their hostage and victim.

To those of us who know and love Syria, what happens in this country pains us deeply, and even more so as it becomes increasingly invisible to the rest of the world. We are hurt by the more than 200,000 killed, the hundreds of thousands of detainees, the displaced, the refugees, those who continue to suffer unimaginable torture in the government’s prisons, those who suffer the tyranny of groups such as ISIS who have their own agendas and interests, and who are enemies of Syrian richness and diversity. These unique and irreplaceable people, have become numbers and statistics so vast that the UN has failed to register them.

In particular, indifference hurts. The images that no longer provoke indignation, the documentation of atrocities that accumulate in unvisited video files. The selective empathy of those who classify the victims as imperialists or anti-imperialists, legitimate or illegitimate based on geo-strategic politics, and of those who add the denial of pain to the pain.

It hurts more than the loss of a loved one, because there is no therapy for the loss of a country. The wounds never heal. To those who love her, the hurt felt by Syria is never-ending.

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