Memory Still Speaks

Memory Still Speaks

Some believe that wounds heal with time. But there are wounds whose age is not measured in days. A sudden sound, breaking news, or a restless night is enough for memory to return as if nothing has ever ended.

In As‑Suwayda, what happened was not merely days that passed. It was a mark that remained in homes, in eyes, and on roads where people still walk cautiously. What is painful is that the wound never finds a chance to heal. Every time people try to regain the rhythm of their lives, new events, tensions, or violations come to push them back to square one, as if memory is forced time after time to bleed anew.

That is why we do not hold on to memory because we love sorrow, but because we believe that what happened should not become old news. Every home has a story. Every street has a witness. Every person has a tale that no one else may know.
That is why we write, why we speak, and why we preserve voices. Not because the past is more important than the future, but because a future that forgets its wounds may repeat them.
Memory is not a place we dwell in. It is a responsibility. And as long as the wounds have not found their peace, memory will continue to speak.