By Naram Sargon | 6 June 2025
Don’t pay attention to the Facebook news or the clique and chorus of terrorists and lunatics whose only job is to protect Jolani and seek blessings from his urine and his name, as if he were the son of the sun or one of the prophets. Every time he drinks, they raise their hands to the sky thanking God that he drank. Every time he eats, their eyes well up with tears over God's blessing. Every time he appears on a prayer rug, they faint from overwhelming emotion and joy — just like obsessed fans when their favourite singer appears, with screams filling the air and bodies collapsing in fits of ecstasy and excitement.
These people change nothing in the course of history. Those who truly change history are the silent ones… the ones who explode.
History has just woken up. And judging by what we’re hearing from the people, it seems many are beginning to break free from the cycle of fear, shame, and taqiyya (religious dissimulation). Some have begun to openly express their disappointment with this miserable era. The euphoria over the lifting of the siege and the West shaking Jolani’s hand is over — because what remains on the ground is severe poverty, chaos, jungle law, gangs, foreigners, and migrants from the Middle Ages with their sandals, alongside psychologically disturbed deviants. Every bearded man has become a tyrant, issuing rulings however he pleases. And there are worldly clerics and Takfiris who want to pilot spaceships like the Prophet’s Buraq — but without the laws of physics or light, only the laws of ignorance, myth, and fairytales.
People have awakened to find they no longer own their homeland. It has been sold wholesale and in instalments to global corporations that will suck their blood for generations — at lightning speed. All that remains of the prey is bones.
The awakening has begun. The euphoria is gone. Disillusionment is rising. And what people are saying is a promising sign that the true Syrian revolution is beginning to take shape in people’s hearts — and that the fear of the knife-wielding fanatics is starting to fade.
The aura of al-Qaeda, the cleaver, and terrorism is eroding. The revolution is approaching, and it’s about to confront al-Qaeda face-to-face — the same al-Qaeda whose arrival the people once celebrated just months ago.
This time, the revolution won’t erupt from the Syrian coast — the coast won’t intervene, lest it be said that the remnants or non-Sunnis are stirring the streets.
Aleppo and its countryside are starting to boil. Turkey wants to swallow Aleppo quickly and bend the people to its will before the balance of powers shifts. Rage is boiling within people, and the news from Aleppo is being kept off the radar — but the killings there terrify the public. Kidnappings continue. The wealthy are being looted.
The same is happening in Hama, which is seeing assassinations of Sunni families. Not a day passes without the city losing more of its people to murder or kidnapping on endless pretexts. And the people of Damascus, who were once dancing, now feel their guts churning with rage over what they see in this era that has so quickly crushed their hopes.
The issue is not nostalgia for the past — it’s the heartbreak over what has been revealed. The country is psychologically fragmenting. There’s a monstrous conspiracy to impoverish the people and hand their lives over to foreigners — giving them the riches of our land under the excuse that they are 'migrants'. Now they are the owners of the country, enjoying the fruits of what we’ve worked for.
Major cities don’t revolt. But city dwellers push the countryside to express the conscience of the cities. The Syrian revolutions never rose from the cities, but from the villages and mountains, while the silent cities supported, funded, and backed the movement from beneath — just as roots under the soil nourish the emergence of trees above ground.
The Americans describe this current period — when Jolani reached power — as a brief, narrow window in which they must act quickly before it closes. They seem to sense unrest and growing boldness in the Sunni regions.
Many new players have started to enter the arena to fill the void left by the old ones. People’s hearts are ready for revolution. Maybe all it needs is another Bouazizi… or an unexpected incident. For some, the soul has turned into gunpowder.
This is the first time I’ve been able to smile in six months. I feel the dawn is near — after six months of polar darkness. The real revolution will light it up. And I don’t think we’ll be waiting long.
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