Rebel fighters in Idlib, which has come under sustained attack from Syrian government forces in recent days
The bodies were in a field, dumped during the night. They were men who had been arrested and taken away for interrogation after the forces of the Syrian regime began a vicious and vengeful sweep through this region.
The families in the village of Kurin have not been able to collect and bury their dead because they would be walking into a trap; any approach so far, they say, has been met with sniper fire. A force of rebel fighters who went to carry out the task twice had to retreat under fire from mortars.
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English Speakers to Help The Syrian Revolution
Sooo sorry… citizen journalist Anas Tarsha was martyred today by a shell of Assadi army ..Rest in Peace. His last video.. the demonstration at the Stadium in Homs….Missed… remembered….so many lost now….and for every single one of them, another arises in their place….which would always be their last wish….God bless Anas
This is usually how some of my conversations with anti-imperialists go:
Me: Assad is not fit to rule Syria, he must leave after what he’s done.
Them: But can’t you see that there is a conspiracy against Syria?
Them: Don’t you know that if Assad goes then that will be exactly what they have wanted?
Them: So why are you against Assad?
Me: Because Assad is murdering his own people and that is wrong.
[End of discussion]
Source : Maysaloon
Dear President Bashar al Assad
I want to take this opportunity to thank you for all the good you are doing for Syria and the rest of the world, in spite of incredible odds.
As you know, we in the West don’t like Muslims. So thank you for killing so much of them in the past several months.
Thank you particularly for eliminating that little two year old boy, whose death was reported by journalist Marie Colvin on Tuesday, in one of her last reports.
And special thanks for putting an end to that interfering western woman’s reporting. No one will miss her silly, sentimental, female reportage.
“His little tummy just kept heaving until he died”, she reported of a two year old boy, supposedly killed by a shrapnel wound to his chest.
What on earth was she thinking of? Who in the West cares about that?
Who in the West is going to miss some little Muslim brat?
He would probably have grown up to be a terrorist anyway, right?
Just another trouble-maker like the ones whose lying terrorist lives you are now so admirably “snuffing out”.
Everybody knows you are the lawful and rightful leader of Syria: just like Iran’s Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
All right thinking people know that you are a true servant of Allah, doing his will in the world.
I thank God for your Russian and Chinese friends, who defend your divine appointment.
And I thank Dmitri Medvedev and Vladimir Putin for ensuring tat you have the weapons you need to fight those nasty insurgents.
Nothing like Russian mortars for accuracy, eh?
Keep fighting the good fight. Keep up the good work!
Junior Campbell is based in London, England, United Kingdom, and is an Anchor for Allvoices.
by Amal Hanano
[A dark cloud of smoke hovers over Homs. Courtesy of Omar Shakir.
The Syrian revolution undeniably belongs to the street. It’s rooted in the public realm where masses of physical bodies occupy the squares and real voices fill the air with defiance against the brutality of a relentless regime. The virtual realm of the revolution is a strong, second line of defense. Communities of online activists in Syria tirelessly spread the voices and events from the street as far and wide as possible, while the activists outside Syria continue the ripple effect, transferring what is happening inside Syria across the world.
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Marie would not want any tribute to leave out mention of the people she met, the stories she heard. She often spoke of how humbled she was by the “quiet bravery of civilians”.
We’ve come to expect that wherever something of consequence was happening, Marie would be there. Her signature was not just to go to a story, but to stay for as long as she could, regardless of the danger or discomfort.
She admired the pioneering journalism of fellow American Martha Gelhorn. I always saw her as the Martha of our generation: brave and beautiful. A woman with a wicked laugh, a sensitive soul, and a steely determination to tell the stories that mattered. She had both guts and glamour.
I remember a conversation long ago where she told me a partner wanted her to be what she called a “Laura Ashley” – pretty and perfect in the home. But that wasn’t Marie and she knew it. She was, without exception, a kind and considerate colleague and fellow traveller, a woman who inspired and engaged.