{"id":2310,"date":"2025-07-09T20:42:39","date_gmt":"2025-07-09T20:42:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/togetherforjableh.com\/?p=2310"},"modified":"2025-08-10T07:55:42","modified_gmt":"2025-08-10T07:55:42","slug":"post04","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/togetherforjableh.com\/en\/post04\/","title":{"rendered":"Return to Jableh after more than a decade."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Written by Mr. Ali Qasem.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\"><br>If a genie had come out to me a year ago from his lamp, shouting his famous phrase: \u201cAt your service!\u201d, I would not have dared to ask him for a visit to my country <strong>Syria<\/strong>\u2026<br>Even the genie, most likely, would have been afraid of the Assad regime\u2019s intelligence services and prisons in my homeland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">But God\u2019s grace is immense, granted to whom He wills\u2026 And God willed it so: the <strong>Tyrant of the Levant<\/strong> departed never to return, and Syria was restored to its people and its children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">At that moment, <strong>Jableh<\/strong> appeared to me like a mother, putting on her bridal veil and opening her arms, waiting for her children who had grown up in the harsh embrace of exile, far from her and from her sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\"><strong>Ten years<\/strong> in which distance sank its claws into my heart, and exile carved every detail into my soul and body, until I was no longer myself, and my soul was no longer mine.<br>And today\u2026 I return to Jableh, for my soul to return, and to meet myself once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"translation-block\">Move your heart wherever you wish in love<br>\nFor love is only for the first beloved<br>\nHow many homes the young man may grow fond of on earth<br>\nYet his longing is always for the very first home<br><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">The dreams of a lifetime come true, and today my feet step on the soil of Syria, that soil I no longer recognize.<br>On my way to Jableh, the war had left its mark on every city and village I passed through\u2026<br>In every breeze of air, the dust carried the groans of destroyed buildings and the tears of mothers\u2026<br>In the chirping of birds that still echo the words of those who departed defending this land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">The car wheels do not move over the asphalt of the streets, but rather roll over the veins of my weary heart, a heart longing to meet its mother\u2026<br>A mother who has lain for ten years beneath the soil of Jableh, and whose grave I do not know the way to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">My heart leads me into the cemetery, searching among the graves that outnumber the homes of the living\u2026<br>Until at last I stood before your grave, my <strong>mother<\/strong>, shedding tears a decade old\u2026<br>Watering your soil with them, that soil I now breathe, hoping to catch your scent within it\u2014\nthe scent that has left me, though I have never left it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">Mother\u2026 I am here. I stand at your grave,<br>Did you recognize my choked voice?<br>Did you recognize the steps of my wandering feet?<br>Did you hear the fall of my tears upon your soil?<br>Oh mother, my solace in you is that today I am here\u2026 returning as a child in his school uniform, resting in his mother\u2019s embrace as she gently runs her fingers through his weary, flowing hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">Here\u2026 the beginning and the end of the world.<br>And here is a story that never ends about a <strong>love renewed with every wave of the sea<\/strong>, with its chapters written in the eyes of its people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"translation-block\">It is not a romantic tale that tickles the dreams of lovers\u2026<br>It is the unchanging, everlasting truth\u2026<br>It is an <strong>eternal story of a Jablawi<\/strong> who loved the \u201cLady of the Lands,\u201d the bride of cities, and was so consumed by her love that she became a tattoo flowing through his 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