I am a 22 year-old student at the Medical school of Damascus. Medical Study is one of the most challenging fields in my country, yet now it is many times harder than it was 3 years ago.
Thinking about the students of that field in the foreign countries urges me to write this note, to share our story, and to encourage the young people to take the initiative on our behalf.
Since the war began in Syria, suffering surrounds us, and it feels as if there is no way out. As students, we go from home to school and pray that we may survive our day.. You can never predict when mortar shells start hitting the city. You can never predict when an explosion will occur.
We are becoming adjusted to living in very bad conditions. We regularly pass many hours and even days without electricity during exams, and go without fuel during snow storms. After a battle in our neighborhood, some of us will find ourselves without a home. That is how I lost my home two years ago.
For most of my friends, we did not have much experience with death before the war. Now, we talk about it openly. It has been common for me and my friends to say “Okay.. I’m fine with dying, but the thing is I don’t want to get a splinter in my spine and end up being paralyzed for the rest of my life. “Having friends who have been murdered changes how we see things.
I hope that each human being would raise our voices in their countries, especially the college students. If you believe in making this world a better place and if you truly believe that each person deserve to live in peace, then raise your voice for justice, help end this war. Maybe by writing articles, designing posters, informing your professors or the administration of your college, your parents, local media, or by music—any possible means.
Three years have passed since this all began. With each approaching year, it seems like we have gone one hundred years back in time, one thousand years back intellectually, and millions back as human beings – Oh humanity!