You know what’s precious about snow..especially as it comes down on my city Homs? 01/03/2012
As it comes down on Homs it covers the rubble and blown up streets.
As it comes down on Homs it covers the flesh and blood that remains scattered.
As it comes down on Homs it dissolves the smell of gunpowder and dead bodies, restoring moments of what life used to be like before.
As it comes down on Homs, a childs blown up home begins to look the same as his/her neighbors home..maybe in that tiny moment the child will feel okay their home is gone as the snow looks nice.
As it comes down on Homs, a mother may go out from under her buried home to build a snowman with her remaining daughter, just to see a smile on her face again.
As it comes down on Homs, the people thank God as for example in Bab Sba’ they have been melting the snow to drink it, as there is no water.
As it comes down on Homs, Bashar Al-ASSad looks upon it miles away in Damascus, ignoring the pains and aches this same snow has landed on in a city he is bombing and starving.
In simple terms, the snow makes Homs feel like Homs again, because nothing is as beautiful as Homs, even with the destruction, her beauty shines through even the tiniest and darkest of holes.