When I am overcome by Weakness  by Syrian poet Najat Abdul Samad

When I am overcome with weakness, I bandage my heart with a woman’s patience in adversity.I bandage it with the upright posture of a Syrian woman who is not bent by bereavement, poverty, or displacement as she rises from the banquets of death and carries on shepherding life’s rituals.

She prepares for a creeping, ravenous winter and gathers the heavy firewood branches, stick by stick from the frigid wilderness. She does not cut a tree, does not steal, does not surrender her soul to weariness, does not ask anyone’s charity, does not fold with the load, and does not yield midway.

I bandage it with the steadiness of a child’s steps in the snow of a refugee camp, a child wearing a small black shoe on one foot and a large blue sandal on the other, wandering off and singing to butterflies flying in the sunny skies, butterflies and skies seen only by his eyes.

I bandage it with December’s frozen tree roots, trees that have sworn to blossom in March or April.

I bandage it with the voice of reason that was not affected by a proximate desolation.

I bandage it with veins whose warm blood has not yet been spilled on the surface of our sacred soil.

I bandage it with what was entrusted by our martyrs, with the conscience of the living, and with the image of a beautiful homeland envisioned by the eyes of the poor. I bandage it with the outcry:   “Death and not humiliation.”

ASTARTE SYRIACA – an ancient Syrian Mother goddess who ruled over fertility, love and war. Astarte’s name was first recorded about 1478 BC, but her cult was firmly established by then. The cult spread westward from Phoenicia into Greece,Rome, and as far as the British Isles. She was a Goddess of many names …Mother of the Universe , Queen of the Heavens. Some scholars hold that Astarte was a prototype of the Virgin Mary based on the ancient Syrian and Egyptian rituals of celebrating Astarte’s rebirthing of the solar god at the end of December. Her symbols were pigeons, stars, crescent moons , lions and lilies.



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