or i will be forced to emigrate!


Dear People of the World,

It has been 5 years since the Syrian Civil War began and only now are people bothering to even acknowledge the heinous crimes that are being committed. In the past 5 years we have seen attacks on the LGBTQ community, children and soccer fans and countless other innocent victims. Each time death plagued a country, community, family, we all simultaneously were France, Orlando, Charlie. There is absolutely nothing wrong with these feelings or statements in the slightest, however don’t you think it was time we start to defend a people that have been calling for help only to be rewarded with chemical warfare and deaf ears?

Get ready for a crash course in the Syrian unrest (I wrote a research paper on this subject): While Syria has experienced forced emigration before, 2011 brought about the biggest wave of immigrants since World War II. If that event does not ring a bell, this many people have not been displaced since Hitler took over Germany and Jewish people were fleeing for their safety. While the EU (and bordering Middle East countries) has done their best to accommodate the amount of people being displaced, there have been many obstacles and Syrian refugees continue to die because of the restrictions being placed on travel and the recent Brexit.

Now I am prepared to compare Assad to Hitler and I am also prepared to be absolutely disgraced to have to watch world leaders barter with millions of peoples’ lives. Here is where I will quote U.S. Ambassador to the U.N., Samantha Power, and say “Is there literally nothing that can shame you?” And since we are on the topic, how dare you West Aleppo? While it may seem as if I live in one of the most divided countries on God’s Green Earth, I know it is not as bad as the history that plagues my country. I also know that my country is nowhere near as disconnected as yours.

How dare you dance on the bodies of your brothers and sisters? How dare you literally laugh in the face of death? These are actions I will truly never understand. I am in no way saying that the U.S. is the best country on Earth. This last election proved that (along with the rate of education, literacy, etc.) and countless groups of people and mindsets have proved that time and again. What I am saying is that: while I may never understand how it feels to live in such a war-torn area, I do understand what it means to have humanity.

To the rest of the world who has sat around acting as if the Middle East will always be (and has always been) as violent as it is, keep this in mind: many of you would still be in caves if it weren’t for Arabs and you sure as hell should be more inclined to just help the people who need it most. For God’s sake just be good people, why is that so much to ask? Wake up, open your eyes (and your hearts), have some compassion. Imagine if this was your town, city, country… just please “be kind to one another.”

Yours Truly,

Yasmin Salahuddin 


Lines from the poem, “Home” by the Kenyan-born Somali poet Warsan Shire has been used in the various demonstrations and protests responding to trump’s immigrant ban. The poet is reading her poem in this video. Intensely moving.

Dan Rather posted it on his Facebook page, with this note: “To summon up the plight of refugees, to force us to confront unsettling questions about who these people are and what they’ve endured, I share this powerful piece of art. It’s called ‘Home’ by Warsan Shire, a Somali writer who emigrated to the United Kingdom at a young age.”

I appreciate that the remainder of this post is long, but I want to share the entire poem, which she reads.

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

go home blacks
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
be hunger
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here


The pilot of the Republican air force Leopoldo Morcillas in the cockpit of a fighter I-15 .

L. Markiles became a fighter pilot during the civil war (before it started served as a corporal bombers), and he proved himself an excellent fighter. In the course of air fights with Franco and their allies from Germany and Italy, 21 scored a personal triumph and about the same in the group.

After the defeat of the Republic, emigrated to the USSR where he entered the service in the red army air force. During the great Patriotic war, L. Markiles fought in the composition of the attack aircraft. Died in Tula in 1989


“Amuro’s Mom had always spoiled him with kindness, but never agreed to go to Side 7—and Amuro’s father never demanded it. In reality, his mother’s refusal to leave Earth was a convenient pretext for his parents to separate. His father used his fame as a colony architect to make a deal with local officials, obtained special dispensation for her so she was spared the forced emigration to the Sides.

His own philosophy was simply expressed as, ‘I want Amuro to see the construction of the new Side. The experience will make him strong, the kind of man we’ll need in the new century.'”

-from Mobile Suit Gundam: Awakening; by Yoshiyuki Tomino

I guess if you ignore Hitler and Luther and the blood libels and the pogroms and the Crusades, and the antisemitism embedded in both Christianity and German/European culture (I might be forgetting a few things here, but let’s ignore them as well), then indeed the Jews have nothing to worry about in Germany.

They always lived in peace and harmony until those pesky Zionists showed up and forced the Jews to emigrate to Israel.

(I just thought I’d try applying anti-Zionist logic to other things too)