By Ahmad Katlish

dams ne


While everyone talks about death rates in Syria, what I picture is a friend back there playing her trumpet. I remember her refusal to leave Syria, despite the critical security situation.

She was the only one with whom I shared the first act of the play that at the time I was working on. We read it together, and she started composing a soundtrack on her warm brass instrument. What she told me before I left remains vivid: “A trumpet player has a long deep breath. My breath is long and deep enough, so I am not going anywhere. I’m staying here.”

She paused and added: ”Music must remain in our country.”

Our farewell was not goodbyes and hugs,  but a passionate melody she blew through her trumpet.

I left.music1


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