My Syrian Soul Brother, Part I

Marwan blazed into my life like an August sun on a winter day.

“I’m from Syria,” he wrote when we chatted on FB after he thanked me for accepting his friendship request. “Where are you from?”

“We are not supposed to be friends,” I replied. Then I told him.

“I don’t care,” he said. And that was that. I didn’t meniton to him yet that Syria had been in my thoughts and prayers way before we met.

We talked about meditation and 3rd eye activation — his best friend had found me first on a New-Age page on FB. Marwan told me they were taught in Syria that my people were monsters. I told him that it wasn’t much different on my side of the woods.

Then he shared with me personal information. He was nineteen at the time, and I loved helping him, like a big sister. Sometimes Marwan and his best friend disappeared from FB because the regime cut off the internet connection. I was always relieved when they came back online.

One evening he wrote, “They are bombing my village!” And he went offline.

Staring at my computer screen helplessly, I didn’t know what to do next. Then, for the first time in my FB life, I asked people for help. “Please pray with me.”

The next day, Marwan showed up again and wrote that the bombing had stopped.

I was greatly relieved.

I thought that it was all over.

I was wrong.

“Now they are going to massacre us,” he wrote, then he left to embrace his parents and siblings.

He showed up one more time, briefly. Assad’s thugs had already slaughtered his uncle and his uncle’s wife and kids, half a mile away from his home. “They are getting closer…I will probably never see you again, sister. I’m so happy that we met. I love you.”

It was the Holocaust all over again.

For three days since the bombings had started, I hardly slept or ate. I spent hours in the park, my sanctuary, praying in great dread.

At some point, I had to accept that the worst must have happened.

I was never as grateful as when Marwan showed up on FB again: the massacre was over. He had survived.

Then his best friend moved to Turkey. I planned to talk to Marwan about moving there ASAP, too. But our next chat was cut short. I resolved to bring it up on the following day.

On the following day, he blocked me.

His best friend blocked me as well.

Mutual friends, who’d met Marwan through me, were also blocked.

Clearly he was in danger, and it wasn’t safe for him to be in touch with westerners. I turned to activists from all over the world, who hated my country but cared about the Syrians, trying to find out what had happened. I followed every piece of information in alternative Syrian news. Hardly getting any sleep, I was in the park every night, pacing back on forth. Praying.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

Marwan told me once that many Syrian friends of his were killed, yet their FB timelines had stayed intact like epitaphs, and their posts still showed up from time to time in his newsfeed. Unlike those of his lost friends, none of his posts showed up in my newsfeed anymore. Still, I was afraid I lost him forever.

Then, I remembered something. We had one more mutual friend – Lara. How could I forget about Lara? 

“He didn’t block me,” Lara assured me when I told her that he blocked all of us. “I can still see his timeline.”

I was sure she was mistaken.

“I can still see it too through others’ FB accounts,” I said. “He has posted nothing new since I talked to him last.”

“He did post something new yesterday,” she insisted. He definitely didn’t share it with the public.

Later on I learned that Syrians were being taken away from their homes by the regime, not to be seen again. The assumption was that “foreigners” posing as FB friends — were actually spies of the regime. That was why Marwan had to block us.

Lara left him a message from me. He unblocked me immediately, and we were inseparable again. Of course I didn’t know then how instrumental I was going to be in helping him to get out of Syria.

Sometimes when things work out in such magical ways, like they have with Marwan, I feel as if life has turned into the last episode of Lost. Or maybe it’s love, which transcends everything.

(Click here for My Syrian Soul Brother, Part II: Escape from Hell)

8 thoughts on “My Syrian Soul Brother, Part I

  1. Jay Mehta

    It is love that transcends everything, Lilac. You post left me spellbound. It reaffirms the age-old belief that faith and perseverance can overcome the greatest of hurdles and that life has a plan for each one of us; we just don’t know it yet. It only does manifest itself in ways that we find mysterious and magical. Then again, only the best of us can take such delight in its mystery as you evidently have in helping Marwan-your Syrian soul brother.

    Inspiration and profound insights, are the values I learn from this post

    1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

      Thanks to Marwan, I learned to have more faith and to remember even in difficult moments that life has a mysterious and magical plan for us. Thank you so much for your insights and moving words, Jay. Your presence here is such a blessing!

  2. Donna Davis Everhart

    For some reason, I have blips of memory about this. Did we “talk” about this before somehow? What seemed like a memory was the part about a friend blocking you. I have sat here puzzling over this…, anyway! The magic of the internet. There you are. There he was. Click! Connected. After reading your details about what was going on with him, in a way I wasn’t surprised he blocked you. I thought it was like you described, there was the suspicion of spies from the West.

    A long time ago there was an executive where I worked named Marwan. I think the last name was Shishakli, or something like that. Only Marwan (until now) I ever heard of!

    Can’t wait for Part II!

    Part II is going to be so good!

    1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

      What a great memory, Donna! You are absolutely right. Frank from East Germany had already blocked me on FB. After three years of close friendship, he decided that I was a Mossad agent. (I’m sure it had to do with my stand for the Syrians.) I wrote about Frank in a post called “The Female James Bond.”
      As for my Marwan, he is so special…but I shouldn’t say anything else before I post Part II!

  3. Jody F.

    Lilac and Marwan, thank you for sharing your story. I know that it is a painful one to put down in words, but it is one that the world should hear. Lilac, your clear, genuine writing makes me feel the story in all its harrowing detail. I am anxious to read Part II.

    1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

      Jody, thank you so much for your constant support and angelic heart. And you are right: the world should hear this story. I’ll be posting Part II tomorrow or next Friday. Your visit here deeply moves me.

  4. Montana Billings

    Lilac, it’s time the world realized that we are all human and need to treat each other that way. Thanks to sharing your story of Marwan, although you are supposed to be enemies, it gives me hope that we can overcome the hatred of governments and form life long friendships. The suspense of his disappearance and his fear of fb friends only heightens the story. I was holding my breath and now I am waiting for Part II. Thank you so much for sharing this with us, it needs to be shared with the world.

    1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

      Thank you so much for your profound and heartfelt words, Montana. And thank you for always standing by my side and for being an outstanding human being and friend. Preparing Part II, and I agree, this story needs to be shared with the world. <3

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