I will never forget how I felt when my son Khaled woke me early on the morning of December 8 saying: “Wake up, Mama, the regime has fallen.” I embraced him and wept bitterly. I don’t remember ever crying that way in my entire life, despite all the hardships and pain I had endured personally—from the disappearance of my younger brother, to my father’s long imprisonment and his illness while in jail, to persecution, security pressures, and threats. Perhaps that crying was my soul’s attempt to release all the accumulated anguish and pain of many years.
Yes, I will celebrate this day and allow myself joy - if I am able - despite the exhaustion, pain, and anger over what happened in Syria this year: massacres, division, and hateful rhetoric. I had hoped that one year after the fall of the regime, I would be certain that we were truly on the right path toward citizenship, the rule of law, and civil peace. I had hoped that killing, violence, and the kidnapping of women would have ended in Syria forever with the fall of Assad’s regime. The nature of the violence has changed, but it has not disappeared. There are still armed clashes along the coastal area and in Suweida, while the future of the Kurdish-dominated north remains politically uncertain.
At a small dinner hosted by the ambassador of an Arab country, gathering a few civil society actors in Damascus, the ambassador, after listening to everyone, said: “Don’t you Syrians notice that you are demanding and always seeking perfection and flawlessness, which makes you unable to see achievements and enjoy them? Look at how much pressure you place on your children to excel, even if that pressure makes you harsh toward them and toward yourselves.”
“Yes, that’s true,” I replied. As he spoke, my memory leapt far back to the days of my children’s childhood - to my strictness with them and my intolerance regarding excellence and schoolwork. I was harsh with them - and with myself. And today, even after many years, my three children never miss a chance to laugh, tease, and reproach me about how strict I used to be.
What the ambassador hinted at may be true: striving for perfection can obscure the progress made on the ground - or at least blur it - especially when combined with the critical thinking one acquires after many years of work in a human rights organization like the European Center for Constitutional and Human Rights.
Ultimately, and without a doubt, people like me in civil society are emotionally exhausted. We are caught in a constant cycle of rising hope and deep disappointment, because we want the best - and the very best - for our country. And of course, we are working and will continue to work tirelessly for a better future for Syria and all Syrians.