The Return to Homs Page #2

Why do you make me say this?

To become a martyr, father,

has been my dream for years.

With our blood, father,

we shall please God.

I'm your only son, father,

I'm only twenty years old.

My dream is to become a martyr.

My other dream is victory.

To become a martyr, father,

has been my dream for years.

With our blood, father,

We shall please God.

Our homeland bleeds, father,

and the land is sad.

The child calls for help, father,

but who will listen?

Who will listen?

What's up man?

Don't drive yet. Wait.

That road is slippery

and it's full of rocks.

No, no, it won't. I've done this before.

This sniper is spraying bullets!

Even if he isn't targeting you

specifically, he may still get you.

I think crossing now is better than later.

Let's do it.

Are we or aren't we the grandchildren

of Khaled? Aren't we fearless or what?

Do it.

Come on, do it!

It's a short distance. You don't

need to see. In the name of God.

- Didn't I tell you to drive?

- Alright, pray for me!

- Where are you going?

- Home, my family is waiting.

- Come with us.

- You know what, I hesitated earlier...

thinking I may hit a curb

and flip the car!

- Come on, join us.

- My family is worried.

They know I was crossing.

I have to go.

God be with you.

Wake up! You're still sleeping?

Are you by yourself?

Where are the others?

- There's only me.

- Wake up.

- I had the most terrible sleep.

- Why?

- Patients started to come at 7 o'clock.

- Who came?

How should I know? Abu As'ad sent me

a patient and God knows who else!

What was the problem?

One needs coronary catheterisation and

another needs urinary catheterisation...

from 7 am.

Let's get him.

Carry him carefully.

O Lord, may you accept him.

O Lord, may you accept him.

Get back, get back.

O Lord, may you accept him.

Get in the car with me.

Have a seat, Hajji.

Where is your car, Hajji?

O Lord, may you accept him.

There is no God but Allah.

There is no God but Allah.

Homs, don't worry. I will sacrifice

my soul and blood for you.

Tomorrow the regime will fall

and its supporters will flee.

The traitor sent his thugs to the streets

while he begs Iran for help.

Khalediya and Baba Amr are united

and steadfast against the traitors.

Homs, don't worry; I'll sacrifice

my soul and blood for you.

Tomorrow the regime will fall

and its supporters will flee.

Homs, our eyes are open,

day and night...

until this back-stabbing regime falls.

Saturday, February 4th, 2012.

The Khalediya massacre.

The neighborhood which was

the revolution's heart, its compass...

Shelled with mortar grenades...

killing many of its residents.

Friends of mine were killed, what a pain!

The majority of casualties

were children and elderly.

The shelling took place because

the army failed to enter.

Families, women and children...

were slain with knives.

The dream of a revolution with

songs and peaceful protest ended.

The dream ended.

The young boys' dream of freedom

arriving soon ended.

The beat of the drum... the dancing ended.

They say our revolution is sectarian,

but it's they who are building sectarianism.

This is what we are able to show you.

It's only a part of the many martyrs today.

In this clinic in Khalediya...

we have around twenty or more martyrs...

These are the ones we know of here.

Mosques are full of martyrs.

The national hospital too...

Al-Amal hospital has many martyrs...

Near Rifai Mosque, they're

slaughtering everybody there.

They forced us to flee our homes at 2 am.

We've been moving

from place to place for 3 days.

- What happened?

- Plenty of shelling!

With tanks, targeting everybody.

- You left your homes?

- I wear, we had to leave at 2 am.

The Alawites... and all of them...

They came at us with tanks

and they're not leaving anyone.

They raided us at 7 am.

They displaced the people.

They were killing those

who tried to cross Settin Street.

They shot at them and

slaughtered them with knives.

Hundreds d? thousands were displaced.

Only rebels and the poorest

of families stayed...

those who couldn't find

a place of refuge.

Defections from the army increased.

The revolution was now armed.

The weapons that were used at first

to protect peaceful protests...

were now used to protect the

neighborhoods and not surrender them.

Snipers were deployed heavily...

so the safest way to move

was though deserted homes.

Even in my darkest nightmares...

I wouldn't have imagined the city

in this condition today.

The people who filled the streets

with life on a day not too long ago...

whose protest chants used

to drown out the sounds of bullets. ..

They deserted their homes.

They deserted everything.

Nothing interrupts this silence

but the chirping of birds...

and he roaring of bombardment.

Bayada fell into the hands of the army

Ossama is busy supervising

the field hospital...

and there were no news

about Basset for 2 months.

All we knew is that he is

on the front of Cairo Sir...

the point nearest to his childhood home.

Basset!

We should cross

to the other side quickly.

Wake up Basset, breakfast is ready.

Regime TV is here. Get up.

Getting here is very difficult.

We had to cross half of Homs

to get here.

Did you? You're late, man.

This is my gun!

My clear gun.

10-round box and engravings.

But I don't need it now.

The army entered Bayada

through Deir-B'albeh...

They shelled it with mortars to clear it...

All these houses were destroyed

by mortar shelling.

The army wanted to take over this front

in order to proceed into Khalediya.

This is why we took this front and

control the area starting from here...

and ending with Cairo Square.

Further there is another battalion

the army control those territories.

Here we are covered by one wall...

but this road exposes us

to the army tanks...

We made holes in the first wall there,

and in the second one on the inside.

So we can see through both walls and shoot,

and we count on two walls to protects us.

If the first wall got hit,

the second one will protect us.

Thus, we can hold out in a skirmish

with regime soldiers.

In case of mortar shelling,

we have to retreat to ground floor...

cos' the roof could collapse.

We stay on the ground floor

as they are shelling...

because we are not prepared

for such an attack...

Thank God I did not shoot.

It was a woman.

Like the homes and the streets, we too

get our fair share of mortar shells.

Before losing consciousness, Ossama

spat the blood coming out of his chest.

Shrapnel pierced into all parts of his body.

He told his friends, as if to say farewell."

"I love you.

His friend, the kind doctor,

was cutting his sweater and crying...

"I like this sweater", he told him.

He moved his right hand with

difficulty and continued talking.

The finger may need to be amputated.

Do what you have to do.

Ossama then went unconscious.

Brave rebels liberated...

many of the city's

governmental buildings...

The revolution's armed power

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