Hadn´t the war occured, I would have never felt cosmic solitude, abandonment.
That definite feeling of having fallen in the silence of the universe, of having been forgotten.
Feeling still lingers on. It appears, sharply or mildy, according to the days. Moments.
War never leaves us but reality has proved us wrong; we have never been totally alone.
Below is a message received through social media from a total stranger:
“No words can describe the suffering of people in the Republic of Yemen.
I live several thousands of kilometers from Yemen but my heart can feel your sufferings and pains.
My deepest sympathies go to those who have lost their loved ones. Your homes, hospitals, schools, markets and food stores are torn to pieces and not to forget your civil infrastructures. Your country is also besieged so there is barricades of food, medicines etc which you need very badly to just survive. And all this is happening while the world stood silent to the war in Yemen.
War is evil to mankind as it cause innocent poor countries to suffer, whilst the offensive rich allies take pride in their brutal killings and helping the weapons industries to prosper.
May God the sole creator of infinite have mercy to the people of Yemen. My best wishes to friends in Yemen . Wassallam.
He added this picture. His post went viral.
In Saada, Northen Yemen, you keep your children safe.
And the only safety feasible comes from digging the ground. Deep, deep, because your home is a target of airstrikes or has already been one and you do not have a home any longer.
You cover your children with a blanket as it gets cold.
In your heart, though, you know that this same shelter may be your children´s tomb because the airstrikes do not differentiate between a home, a garden, a market, a fishing village or a mosque.
Life in Saada, for the past 360 days goes like this.
March 18 2016 for Living in Yemen on the Edge
There are things to be done every day:
washing oneself, studying, playing,
setting the table
There are things to be done every night:
closing one’s eyes, sleeping,
having dreams to dream,
ears for listening.
There are things never to be done,
neither by day nor by night,
neither by sea nor by land:
for example, war. (Gianni Rodari)
We ask the international community how this child could pose any threat to the stability of Yemen or the entire Middle East Region.
Under which any given law, any treaty, you justify the killing of thousands of Yemenis, the running of blood of our children.
How could this child be a target of bombings by a coalition of nine countries, twenty-something others involved in dirty arms deals, thousands of mercenaries paid to kill?
Where is the world´s conscience? What has this child done to any of you?
How strong does this make you feel? How brave?
My greatest fear is that warmongers will find their way and April 10 will be another moment of shattered hope for peace in #Yemen.
The quagmire of millions of dollars of kick-backs will silence any conscience, arms deals under the table will prevail and more children will not see a new tomorrow.
These children will pass history almost undocumented. With parents unable to protect them, they will not even be registred upon birth; they will live just a brief time and then, then move on. Because of illness, a bomb, malnutrition or all the three causes together.
The geo-political agenda will win, I am so afraid.
We will not have enough time to save anyone.
(anxiety at 11.25 pm)
I may not be able to neither read nor write, but like my country fellows, I know the alphabet of a decent human being, my alif-ba-ta.
I know what is haram and what is halal, forbidden and lawful.
I know where I come from: I come from Yemen, thousands year old land which was here before all of your tribes made their appearence.
I stand on my soil, my valleys, my desert, rivers, mountains, peaks and seas.
In my blood I carry the history of humankind: your caravans had to cross my land to reach destination, your boats had to kiss our shores to escape the solitude of the sea.
My queens have taught the world the basics of governance.
We taught you the art of hospitality, how to count, how to irrigate unfriendly scorching desert, build damns and houses scratching the sky from what the earth gave us.
Remember these words, young man: I stand with my people. We are one firm nation.
Together, we stand with each martyr of ours. Our heartbeats speak of Yemen, over and over again.
It´s my nation which gives me strength. It´s my God which gives me hope.
I may be homeless, wounded, widowed, childless, but I know no foreigner shall ever hold dominion over Yemen.
I know my alif-ba-ta, young man.
Look at me, straight in the eyes and ask yourself if you can stand my gaze.
The gaze of all the blood spilt.
I speak for every mother made childless, every child made futureless, every man made martyr, every home turnt into rubble, every child born dumb, blind, defectful because of your bombs.
I speak in the name of the Yemeni people and remind you that you can take this anniversary of yours, March 26, and celebrate your own downfall.
You may U-turn your war-planes, silence your cannons, sink your warships and swallow your bombs.
I speak for Yemen, young man. We are here to stay.
(short collection of brief sentences I have been told by elderly Yemeni women commencing on March 26 2015 to March 25 2016)
photo: Yusra Ahmad
Tareq Abdullah is only 10 years old.
He comes from an extremely indigent family of Hodeidah, Westerm Yemen, and life has balanced the lack of money in his days with abundancy of illnesses and grief.
Tareq happens to be deaf, suffers from renal failure and has an enlarged heart.
With such a clinical record, chances of survival in war-torn Yemen are close to nil.
Chances of having a decent life in the current situation, none.
In Yemen, devastated by daily bombardments, the few hospitals still operating are on the brink of collapsing and there would not be, anyhow, a way of treating him. The country is under an air-land-sea siege and little or close to nothing, including medicines, are allowed to enter.
More than 20 million people, 80 per cent of the population, require humanitarian assistance.
So far, the request of humanitarian aid of $ 1.800 million for 2016, released the past month of February, has received a mere 12 %.
Tareq´s days are counted.
Tareq cannot afford even to dream. The world is distant to him and has failed him from birth, from day one.
We do not want Tareq to be forgotten. We do not want Tareq´s case to be considered a collateral damage of the war.
Is there, somewhere, in the world, someone out of the 7 billion people, who can help us?
Tareq´s case has been documented by the Rehabilitation and care Fund for people with disabilities in Sanaá (Bayt Meyad – behind the office of Education – Al-Sabyen Directorate Tel: 00967-1-619774 Fax: 00967-1-619231/5) and we hope, so hope, our plea will be heard.