“The Lebanese hate us, the Syrians, I am so sorry you are dealing with this.” These words have never managed to comfort me. Who are these abstract Lebanese and Syrians who are at war with one another, and where do I fit into these binaries?
The revolution is postponed because of the epidemic, but it’s not over. The longing for freedom and democracy will reassert itself but it will not do so automatically. Unless the longing reasserts itself our democratic futures are in jeopardy.
As time passed, I started to lose hope. I sought ways to support my brother and give him a ray of hope, through providing anything that could help him to continue his studies and achieve his dreams, even in prison.
Within the tremendous amount of fear Syrians have been through, it is just routine to them, so they go out and talk about a viral infection that attacks behind closed doors, and about a war they’ve witnessed with their own eyes. In a battle between war and virus, war is always the victor.
It is indeed such situations of crisis that show us the cruelty of the patriarchal system and its institutional ramification. The abysmal failure of our states to protect women and curb gender based violence can no longer be hidden or excused. What the crisis has showed us is that feminist organizing is not only live and kicking but also creative and resilient and saves lives.