Amal Kassir. A powerful voice in these times.
Not sure how I came about this talented spoken word artist, but somehow I did and I am glad of that.
The suffering that is happening in Syria now, that my mind can hardly fathom., I began to tear and really feel through these words…
“I tried to keep my mouth shut for my tongue didn’t have any more room for scars in the shape of my teeth.
March 2011 we have been reborn a social infant screaming: let us live !
We will speak until throats are raw until all of syria is in the news …
The dates will read like obituaries…”
But finally, like the name ‘Amal’ means hope, a look to a brighter future;
“There will be a time when we can eat together
When we will build homes out of abandoned tanks
Peace is a rusted recoil
We will sip from the cups made of old grenades
And shades of green are only worn by nature
There will be a time when the fences choose to sit with us
Instead of standing between us
Sometimes hope is all we have to keep us going.
‘You’ve gotta have hope. Without hope life is meaningless. Without hope life is meaning less and less.’ (anon)