Trip to Syria pt 1 – Humble

I came back from Syria overwhelmed with emotions. I haven’t enjoyed Syria as much as I have had in this brief trip. I have a lot to talk about, so before I go into the sightseeing and the other things, I want to talk about the humbleness that I only get to feel while I am there.

Unlike many other expat Syrians (even a lot of local ones), I don’t spend my time in Damascus in flashy, expensive restaurants, around classy people in prestigious cars and nicely lit high-class areas of the city. Instead, I spend most of my time in the middle and lower class areas of the city – namely anything to the east of my house: Qassa3, Bab Tuma (as well as Bab Sharqi) and the Ancient City (or Old City if you’re not a puritan). I myself live in a middle class zone which is also the middle of the ever expanding city.

Before I head down there, let me report that my grandma is well and says hi to you all :D

She is managing quite well, given all the disgusting circumstances going on (I don’t have energy to tell you of it at this moment). She can’t really go out shopping for groceries, so she has some friends who pass by and bring with them some goods. One of them is actually a lady who passes by every couple of weeks or so to clean the house from granny. She brings some stuff with her from the farm to sell to granny for a small buck. Another lady passes by more frequently – but she is so incredibly poor that she spends most of her time going to mosques for food. It is a good thing that mosques do their job and our charity money is well spent. She often passes by and gets good for granny, and granny insists that she either stays over or, in the very least, eat a good meal and take some home.

When I just look at it I am simply amazed that such humbleness still exists, despite the increasing amount of malice that is overcoming people. I am simply eternally grateful that granny has some people to look out for her while we are away – even though dad is there but I just don’t want to go into family politics at the moment.

Downtown in the Ancient City, as well as parts of Safita (my village) – and I stress on parts of Safita – I have observed similar humbleness. People are just trying to help each other out in any way, big and small. I am thankful that I have great, loving friends over here in Dubai to look after me and for me to look after them as well. I am just happy as well that granny isn’t really as alone as I previously thought she is. She just feels lonely sometimes, and that is understandable, but I am glad she isn’t alone.

Before I close off the topic, I went to Friday prayer in the wonderful mosque next to our house. I have been praying there since memory serves me, and I have never enjoyed the Friday khutba as much as I do from the Imam of that mosque. When I went there last Friday I was deeply saddened to learn that he had took on a terrible disease over the past two years – but he is still adamant on preaching the khutba but someone else leads the prayer. He is an amazing, gifted person, and he has, for me, changed the way I look at Friday prayers. God bless him and restore his health. I really do love him.

I wanted to write a lot more on the topic but I am getting a feeling I bore you with my long posts ;) so here I am signing off. I will be reading your blogs tomorrow from work ;)

PS: I am preparing a photoblog… hihihihi