In response to the latest bigoted outcry on the Syrian Blogsphere against Homosexuality. I never ever imagined that there will come the day when I would have to stand up and fight for the right of homosexuals to be what they have chosen to be. I don’t condone their outlook on life, I don’t concur with their preferences, I don’t truly understand their choice but this is how far I go. My personal judgment and bias should not blind me from seeing that they exist and that I have to shut the fuck up and abide by their freedom of choice. How can we stop ourselves from repudiating all forms of nonconformity? Should we start cleaning our society ( as if our society is clean to start with ) from homosexuals and then relentlessly go down the list. Let us clearly identify the next targets (victims) of this moral crusade. Atheists, adulterers, drinkers, un-hijabed women, un-bearded men, lovers, nightclub patrons, beach bums, hot chicks, artists, poets, communists, irreverent writers, people
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Thanks so much for this "quicky"!
Your last sentence made me crack up ... ha-ha!!
I'm glad I was able to show you a little about my neck of the woods. The sea is always beautiful. To me, even more so in the dead of winter.
I'm glad you liked my last sentence. So shake it and haul it over :-)
Thank you for taking the time.
I had compiled a 60 min. movie about Tartous some 5 years ago as a job assignment for the ministry of tourism in Syria. A crew and I traveled for 3 days around the entire province and did the actual shooting. Then I combined my stuff with some TV material (the aerial scenes) and the whole project was quiet good at the end.
It was very challenging for me to come up with the 3 minute clip.
I'm glad you liked it.
And the Demis Roussos is a great supplement!
Thanks for dropping by. I, too, look forward to your next visit.
Take care.
Thanks for the tour, ya jar.
I'm glad you liked it. Hoping to meet one day.
I'm glad you liked it.
وقفلي و خليني بوس, هالبلوغ الروعة عن طرطوس
Tahya Tartous Elhelweh. Although my family origin is not from the city, but I was born in Tartous city and played in its streets and alleys, and burned rubber tires (when we were allowed to do it), during the childhood years of my life. We moved after to the capital, but I spent many summers in Tartous during the twenty years that followed and had fund memories there. Now, I live very faraway in this wide world and it has been many years and long time since I have been to Tartous; I miss it.
Encountering your blog caused a pride revival in me; I used to tell people I am from Syria, and never bothered explaining which city as they would never know anything about it. The Tourist Ministry and other official sites are either, inexistent, ugly, inappropriate, or just too formal for the taste of anyone to see. Now, I can direct everybody interested around me to your site and tell them, look; that is where I was born and played in the streets when I was a child. That is my home town and that is the life and food in it. You see this guy, that is how my friends there are.
Next time I visit Tartous, I promise I will bring you a present. Don’t give me your address and identity, you don’t need to meet every freak who approaches you over internet, but I will leave the present somewhere famous (a restaurant or shop) and write you on your blog where I left it so that you can pick it up.
Zarube Boy
PS; You should write and explain something about Dabkeh dance of Tartous.
You are most welcome to my bolg. I really appreciate your visit and your opinion which means a hell of a lot to me.
Your compliments just made me proud of my humble effort and I would love to meet with you if and when you make it back. Having a cup of coffee or a beer together (depending on your taste) is the greatest gift you can offer me.
Again thank you for the nice words. You're always more than welcome
I hope one day all the expatriates will be able to enjoy a reunion again. Hope for the best!