When you’re shoved from the right, look to the left …

January 10, 2018

 

As we approach the 7th anniversary of the Syrian Uprising, I am reminded of a story I once heard from my late Damascene Sufi teacher, Shaikh Bashir al-Bani (1911-2008). The story is about a man who was trying to concentrate on his tawaf, or circulating the Kaaba during Hajj (pilgrimage). As is required from men during this ritual, he wore only two white towels, one around his waist, another around his shoulders, and a special leather belt with an attached pouch where he kept his valuables. As he walked around this ancient monument of Islam, a child suddenly shoved him from his right side. Mindful that he should control his anger during Hajj, the man continued his tawaf in silence. Yet, with each time he circulated the Kaaba, this rude and abrupt act was repeated, filling him with anger and totally distracting him from his spiritual experience. His eyes were fixated on his right side in hope that he could somehow avoid the child when he made his sudden move. After a while, the exhausted man decides to take a rest. When his hand reaches for his belt he realizes that the pouch, situated on his left side, was cleverly cut off by another accomplice as he was being shoved from the right by the child. al-Bani would end the story with this line:

 

“When you are shoved from the right, look to the left … the real story isn’t where the noise is, and dramatic events are rarely what they initially seem to be …”

 

The Syrian Uprising today is far more about ISIS, the PYD, Turkish or Iranian geopolitical concerns ...  than it is about the Syrians suffering, on either side. This ultimate distraction, the intrusive child of al-Bani’s story, has successfully distracted all the major players, and most interested observers, from the daily killing, from those still imprisoned and tortured, from the homeless and the refugees, and, perhaps most importantly, from the maimed and psychologically traumatized new generation of Syrians being constantly manufactured amidst the rubble and refugee camps.

 

The distraction is not only very effective, it has a way of demanding attention when it suspects our focus may shift elsewhere. When we appear to be on the verge of becoming numb to an individual beheading, we are confronted with scenes of collective beheading, and when those lose their magical effect, cages are produced and people are burned alive. Subsequently, the story shifts to Raqqa, and from there to Aleppo and today to Afrin. Everything about the Syrian Uprising now seems to be at odds with what it was first expected to be. This begins from the very name I still find myself using, perhaps as some form of stubborn expression of faith …  ‘uprising’.  Civil war, if not ‘wars’, seems far more accurate today, and yet still somehow difficult to use. Nor is this anymore about how far the regime can go, how radical the opposition fighters can become, or how much, and how long, the world can ignore a tragedy of this magnitude. ‘Indefinitely’ seems to be the applicable word here.

 

Almost every major event from March 2011 and until today was initially regarded as pointing in one direction only for an overwhelmingly different redefinition to take place. Scenes of peaceful protesters sharing flowers and cold water with army soldiers around Damascus are replaced with scenes of armed ‘moderate’ fighters, which are subsequently replaced by scenes of radical fighters, who are in turn eclipsed by something out of a medieval horror story. Scenes of officials trying to speak to peaceful protesters, are replaced by scenes of triumphant soldiers from the Syrian army, which are systematically replaced by scenes of members of Shi’te militias proudly proclaiming victories over the ‘enemies of the Prophet’s family’. Again ‘indefinitely’ seems to be the key word regarding how many times events in Syria can mutate into something else, something not initially expected, something invariably worse.

 

My mother, who along with my father still lives in Damascus, writes a daily journal, which she sends to close friends and family members. Though she mostly shares trivial events like how they spend their day, and whom they happened to see, every now and then she allows herself to let go and say a few things about the sounds, the airplanes, the checkpoints, and the suffocating state of depression which hovers over Damascus. And if there is one thing that comes out clearly from her journal, it is how utterly undistracted she is. Nothing anyone can do, has distracted her from the very simple fact that Syrians are suffering, and seven years later, there has not been one adamant attempt by anyone to stop this.

 

 

*/Dr. Omar Imady was born in Damascus. He is presently a Senior Fellow at the Centre for Syrian Studies at the University of St Andrews.

 

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