The eccentricity of terror is drawn in dust-covered colours in the homes of Baba Amr. Via from Al Jazeera
At first, it seemed like an empty film set. But we walked on, among the first journalists allowed in since the end of one of the most fearsome sieges of modern times, the few hundred residents who have not fled peered out from their broken walls.
A handful of black-clad women clustered around an outpost of the Red Crescent. A few more gathered around a man who had been allowed by the army to bring in a small selection of vegetables.
Children pointed excitedly to the ruins, their new playground, running in and out of the piles of detritus.Wow beautiful life raise from atrocity, love grow from gaps of concretes violence, skeletons wounds, saddles of dust, memory of molten destruction, who are they? Basking warms sun see pure the world total grace, your street grow green forest at singing sunshine! O dear my friend you will grow like a giant love star, see world of wonders, symbol of wounded soul, your cheeky smile to seek nobility, a pocketful of great things field into your little mind spring up all of the world!
"Children pointed excitedly to the ruins, their new playground, running in and out of the piles of detritus. " Who can resist this heart warming enchanting songs of life in this earth and its resilient? Any Syrian people who is still criminal side who consider themselves Syrian they should defect and should not missed out a chance of stream! Look at them how incredible lovely lively!