Better Be Quiet

Better be quiet so as to hear the cries of those suffocating under the rubble. Better be quiet so as to locate those remaining lives. Better be quiet so as to pay respect to the arising souls! Let us put vulgarity on pause for a moment and be quiet. Perhaps, then, we may be able to hear.
Now is not the time for legal scrutiny and accusations. There is a better time for political analysis and evasion of responsibilities. Death makes no difference between pro-regime or opposition. It does not differentiate between a supporter of a regime and an opponent of another, nor does it recognize those lame borders, whether drawn by a pen on a map or a tank in a trench.

Should that disaster not be a call to restore human essence, it inevitably announces the end of this odd race, that human race.

As if the earthquake itself wasn’t terror enough, the torment of what’s being said and displayed as content is just extreme. Some should receive assistance, while others shouldn’t; some invoke sanctions, some defend the siege, and some call for dividing the people of a city and the people of its countryside, while some contemplate a divine punishment that justifies the afflictions that have befallen the people. And the people, they are nothing but wreckage under the wreckage.

Where does all this hate come from?

Buildings were not all that tumbled; once again, values and morals have fallen to the ground.

If only relief assistance would flow as efficiently as weapons.
 
Let us avoid discussions, for every discussion is now an obscene luxury. Let us be brief and aid.

Those who don’t want to rescue Syria for some reason lying in their hearts, let them go to Turkey, and those unable to go to Turkey because of some reason lying in their history, let them go to Haiti! Let them go wherever their soul and memory, burdened with political obscenity, allow them to go. Let them, by all means, go to Mars; the trip is available. Let them go, or else, let them be quiet. Let them be quiet until the rubble has been removed, the dust has settled, and the weeping has subsided.
 
May those arising be blessed, and may peace be upon the spared.