Syria and UK’s involvement: a rant

Dear readers,

A short post. I’ll try to keep it short. Kind of difficult when the subject is so complicated. These are just some lose thoughts on Syria. I think so sad morphs into so angry to so helpless, or maybe all three emotions. All adjectives seem so futile when talking about the situation.

Needless to say, the Syrians are going through possibly the darkest period of the country’s history, and even that is an understatement. The recent conflicts have left 350,000 dead, I’m not sure how many homeless and 50,000 plus feared dead. Even before the current crisis I’d met many Kurdish refugees while working at the British Refugee Council, and that was almost 10 years ago. I always remember the one phrase they taught me in Kurdish, which phonetically sounds like Am katu bash, meaning What’s up? I greeted them with this phrase every morning.

First they had Bashar Hafez al-Assad, then Isis, then The West and Russia getting involved, dropping bombs in the name of combating terrorism and then to stop Al Assad who had allegedly been using chemical weapons on his own people. Meanwhile the narrative has been Trump flexing his muscles to Putin, who has also been beating Syria like a piñata; the two who seemingly want to nuke the world to pieces.

A country, maybe planet, destroyed due to decisions of so few powerful people. Politicians acting on our behalf of everyone. Like everything the US does, the UK seems to follow, especially where military is concerned. It’s the same narrative. It’s an embarrassing narrative, and one that affects the UK’s reputation.

It’s important when you live abroad. When live in a country where everyone thinks you’re a gringo and you have to repeat like a broken record, telling people that you’re not, you’re different. You don’t want to be lumped with US imperialism and its abusive model. Your culture is different and your compariots are different. Your thoughts and your upbringing. Different. I’m not wanting to come across as snobbish. You just want to protect your roots. I’m sure people in the US feel the same. I imagine Hondurans feel the same when they are called Mexicans.

It’s tiresome.

It feels like a losing battle. And you can understand people not believing you the different rhetoric, especially when your country’s politicians stand so closely to the US’s. There’s not much you can say, other than “Your politicians actions don’t reflect your country’s people’s sentiment. After all, do all Hondurans agree with Juan Orlando?” I doubt it.

The below image I found from somewhere on Facebook. It struck an accord with me, for

I must end this by making this less about my own predicament, and more about the Syrians who are being attacked from all sides. The problem is, I don’t know how to. The situation is out of everyone’s hands and, to fear repeating myself, helpless.

I’ve nothing but angry and negative adjectives to describe the situation, and my regret it is, it does nothing to change anything. Just a ventation of emotion. So I’ll stop there.


About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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