To That Beautiful Fighter and Brother, with Love

To That Beautiful Fighter and Brother, with Love
Stories | 06 Nov 2013

He tells me how they stormed Aleppo’s Infantry School, how he was summoned by Abu Al-Furat, an FSA leader who was killed during the battle-and here he goes on to tell me that Abu Al-Furat is his role model in armed action- and then continues : “We were fighting together that day, my younger brother and I.” Izz al-Din is a quiet, good-natured and handsome 22-year-old young man. Eight months ago, he decided to leave behind his studies, his life and his family to join the ranks of the FSA. It was another decision following in his younger brother’s footsteps… his younger mischievous brother who was amongst the first peaceful protesters in Aleppo. Izz continues the story, how he after his conversation with Abu al-Furat he discovered that his brother was not there with the other fighters. As he speaks I notice an anxious, lingering tear in the corner of his eyes, a tear brought by the memory of that moment when he started looking for his missing younger brother: “My brother is a tough fighter, so I wasn't scared that he might have been taken captive. Rather, I was terrified he might have been injured," and when he saw his little brother coming back… his cloths covered with blood, he collapsed crying. He kept repeating to himself that his brother came back to him safe and sound to keep himself together in front of the other fighters; nevertheless his brotherly love gave him away. You would often see Izz in the liberated areas in Aleppo searching for his brother who has already been injured three times in various battles. "When my brother’s back was injured, I was with him in the ambulance thinking if his injury disable him, I wish I could give him one of my legs to walk on… they managed with difficulty to take me away from him to do the CAT scan… The happiest moment in my life was probably when they told me he would be released from hospital.” He goes on and on about their courage, and sometimes recklessness, in the old city of Aleppo… about the sense of safety he gets when they’re fighting side by side. He smiles shyly while telling me about their call to their father asking for his blessings and forgiveness in case something happened to any of them… how the call would make their father worried sick… how those calls have become one of their rituals on the front. Even the story of his detention at the Air Force Intelligence branch and the torture he endured is somewhat about his brother. "They tortured me to give him away,” he means the investigators who were trying to get information about his younger brother, "but I denied everything… I would never betray him even if they kill me." I ask: “Did your “revolutionary” relation changed from the days of the peaceful revolution?” He replies that armed struggle brought them closer. In the days of peaceful protests they were not used to share details about their activism, they used just to meet in the protests by coincidence. Nowadays they try to be side by side while fighting for the freedom they believed in since the start of the revolution. Ali, the younger brother, tells me “I have never imagined that one day I would carry a weapon or kill anyone, but defending the Revolution demanded that.” I ask him gently if he feels guilty, and he replies with a choke “Yes, a lot… I feel sad thinking that there is a mother mourning because of something I did." As I listen to him, I pray silently to God to protect him, Syria needs people like him to defend her. Maybe the mounting accounts of violations committed by the FSA groups have made us, as civilians and rebels, forget about the likes of these two beautiful brothers on the front who are still fighting for a free Syria… Maybe our moral obligations to expose the rebels’ transgressions and to make things right has made us pay less and less attention to those who are still true to our revolution ideals; our fighters who still remember the first revolutionary chant: "THE SYRIAN PEOPLE WON’T BE HUMILIATED.” To all those who have chosen to remain there in Syria, fighting for us… to the fallen heroes who have given their lives so that other Syrians would be able to dream and express themselves freely... to that beautiful fighter, and his younger brother with love and lots and lots of pride. **Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Rozana Radio.


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