Jan 23, 2013

Ali Amouri



They leave us their words and go away.
This is what this young man, Ali Amouri, wrote on his account before he was martyred. From Hama, and martyred in Qaboun, Damascus suburbs.

“We went out to for this great people, we went out to say no for injustice.
When I die, I won’t imagine how my father would feel.
My mom will be surprised; she will lie millions of time until she brings herself to believe it.
My brothers, it will take them time to comprehend. They will remember how we spent our days and nights. They will remember our laughs and cries. My friends will miss me. I won’t respond to their messages anymore. They will miss hanging out with me. Death is near, so forgive me if I have made a mistake, and forgive me”.

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