Fourty years our Good Friday has lasted. One painful step followed by another we walked the Path of Suffering carrying the wounds of our homelands. We were so engulfed by darkness that we thought dawn will never break. Then came Saturday, glittering with the rays of the Arab Spring, rising from Tunisia and shining onto Eygpt and Libya. Finally, Sunday arrived in Syria…the people resurrected and resisted death with death, giving life to those who are alive but living as if dead in this grave known as our homeland. The Syrian people have resurrected. Yes indeed they have.

Have a Blessed and Happy Easter.