I’ve almost made peace with the idea that everyone I know is going to die soon, I started to calculate: would I rather die with my parents in Syria? Or would I rather die with my partner and friends here? What if my parents die? Would I rather be there or hear about it from here?
Markets in Syria seem- like the majority of Syrians in Syria- to be dying slowly, since news of the Caesar Act and its consequences has exhausted them psychologically before it has had the chance to take an effect economically.
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.
Um-Rasheed doesn’t fear the terrifying Corona virus. She smiles shyly through her sadness, as she tries, with difficulty, to pronounce its name, remembering how one of them had shouted to the crowd, at the top of his lungs, in front of the bakery doors, “Corona has reached the immigrants.” Everyone smiled, looking towards the direction of the palace..”