Syrian Revolution....

Anti-DNA wrote:Yeah my friend told me those killers randomly goes into people's houses and just kill them..

2 days ago they took his grandmom to the hospital due to a broken leg..

might aswell have killed her...

Anti-DNA wrote:I live in Denmark..

My friend lives here aswell, but his family lives in Syria & they talk with them every day..

Yuri Yukuv wrote:

Anti-DNA wrote:I live in Denmark..

My friend lives here aswell, but his family lives in Syria & they talk with them every day..

Compared to the other revolutions in the Arab world it seems that Syria's has the least public support, not mainly because a sizable portion of the population believe that the government is good. Its more of a fear of ethnic strife as in Iraq which has as diverse of a population (Ethnically and religiously).

A Syrian girl gives details of her rape by 'Alawi / Shi'ite sons of whores:

"We were all tied up in the square near our homes, as were the children who were crying and screaming with fear and panic. The men were moved to an unknown location.

We were all screami
ng with fear, begging for help, I was shaking from the terror in my heart, 30 men, NO, 30 monsters with massive bodies and scary faces, sparks of hatred flying out of their eyes, they were fully armed with guns and knives. They moved the women away with the children, as the women started pleading for mercy.

They kept us, the younger girls, in the square, and so the party began with me. A monster untied me, I started screaming and fighting so he pulled me from my hair and threw me on the ground where I hit my head and screamed from the pain, and that's when I heard my mother screaming from afar "NO, NO, leave her, she is just a little girl, she has a future, take me, PLEASE"

My mother and the women screaming, their cries became louder, they started praying for help from God, but their terrified screaming and pleading only got these men "monsters" more excited, their laughs getting louder!

As I was on the ground I saw three faces come closer to me, smirking, their hands started touching me, and within seconds I found myself lying on the ground naked. I began fighting and resisting with all my strength, but their hands and arms came around and started squeezing the air out of me, I felt the barbaric attack on my body, my body that had quieted down, I was paralyzed.

I could smell something like mould coming off of their disgusting bodies, more like the staunch of death, they were screaming harshly at me, saying: "is this the freedom you want? FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM"

Another monster began hitting me on my face and body, punching me mercilessly, stomping on my chest with his enormous feet,, I could feel my rib cage cracking beneath the unbearable weight, a burning sensation all over my body from the pain.

I could still hear my mother screaming, until someone hit her and told her "shut up, mother of a ....."

10 human monsters took turns at having me, took turns in torturing me and humiliating me.

I could no longer hear my mother's screams, as soon as I got the chance I turned my head to her direction, she was on the floor, covered in her own blood, her throat had been slit along with all the other women and children, they had killed them all.

I wasn't the only girl at the party, there were others, tortured and killed.

Someone wanted to slit my throat, like they had done to the others but a voice behind him said "No, leave her, she is already almost dead, barely breathing"

I was barely breathing, they had broken all my ribs under the weight of their bodies.

When they were done with the torture, murder and rape, they pulled my body to a dumpster so I could die there "This is your place you...." they said.

The time passed slowly after that, I was naked, wounded and having a lot of difficulty breathing, cold and alone."

The boys of the city found the girl, their passionate screams of outrage "May God never forgive them she is alive" made her wish she was passed out, unconscious, the tenderness she heard in the young mens' voices left her in a condition of inner insanity. She didn't have the strength to look them in the eye after they had seen her like this.

The young girl is now outside Syria, somewhere safe, she gave her testimony of what had happened after days and days of continuous weeping over her soul, her dreams, and her country.

Yuri Yukuv wrote:I think its time we start calling this what it is, a civil war

Mamad wrote:I heard there are death sentenced prisoners from other Arab countries in Syria to fight Military.