" War means an ugly mob-madness, crucifying the truth-tellers, choking the artist, sidetracking reforms, revolutions, and the working of social forces." - John Reed
I met Rayhan, their 25 year old daughter. Before Rayhan had even come home, she ran into the room and proudly showed me the only item they had hanging on their wall: Certificate of Sucess in Art from New Delhi.
"Whats this?" I had asked.
"She sent for a competition when she was 9 and won. She will suffer if she doesn't do art, but art does not pay the bills," The mom said.
Nayla showed me her paintings on their laptop. One of the few posessions they had which had any value. I was very impressed and took some pictures off her laptop. She explained that she did art shows back in Halab on the oppression of the government and got in trouble 2 times from the government for it. She hopes to paint freely again some day.
The mom brought out fresh french fries with garlic and a cucumber and tomatoe salad! My favorite Syrian meal! (The salad is my favorite).
Amin and I went to the meeting, where he met other SYrians as well as Turks and learned of their organizing plans to have a huge protest to the Russian embassy. They were extremely cautious about keeping it very peaceful so that they can continue to do protests. They came up with the idea of making coffins and have a silent march to the Russian embassy. Amin was pleased that there were TUrks helping the Syrian cause. I ran into my mom's friends nephew in that same meeting. Small World.