Glory and Pride are to you, to your sons and to all who sacrificed for Syria to live. You as well as the mothers of the martyrs and the wounded have taught us that steadfastness, strength and even happiness despite pain are a decision we made to keep standing firm.
Syria, who has been fought by all means: Military, economic, social and recently electronic means, has kept steadfast and strong and it spares no effort to search for its kidnapped citizens. Those who are still alive will return whatever it costs, because it is the duty of the state to search and liberate all the kidnapped who are still alive and also to obtain information about the fate of others even if the result is painful.
On your Day, I don’t want to say: Happy Mother’s Day. I want to say that your children are ours, your pain is ours and we won’t stop doing our best until your wounds are healed by the return of your sons or by knowing their fate.
On your Day, a thousand thousand brothers of mine will knock on your door with my name on their guns, my face in their eyes, and my scent in their uniforms.
Mum! You and the mothers of those like me, you are the patient nation!
Thank God for your safe arrival, you have honored me today and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming, you are so welcome.
Maybe it’s not the first time I met mothers of abductees… and it’s not the first time I looked into eyes and faces drained by the waiting and the long nights without sleep.
Maybe it’s not the first time I met and stood before hearts longing for a piece of news to extinguish the fire inside or to close the wound that has been there for years - the wound of "Where are our sons?" and "Are they still alive? Or were they martyred?"
Maybe it’s not the first time! But every time I stand like this I feel as if it were the first time.
Every time I feel it’s the hardest time.
Because it’s hard for a human being to get used to such a situation.
Especially when one sees how a family is waiting for their abducted son to come back
And time... all time... stops for them.
Five years ago, I stood in the same position before other mothers
Their sons were also kidnapped, and thank God many of them were liberated and came home!
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