My Syrian Soul Brother, Part II: Escape from Hell

(Click here for My Syrian Soul brother, Part I)

“Your brother is in danger,” Lara said. I knew she was referring to Marwan.

“What happened?” I asked. “Why didn’t he tell me himself?”

“He didn’t want you to worry about him; he is protective of you. The regime slaughtered his uncle’s whole family, and now they want to draft Marwan into the army to kill for them and to risk getting killed himself. He must leave Syria immediately.” I had been trying to convince Marwan to leave ever since he unblocked me. Now he had no choice.

“I’ll open a gofundme for him,” Lara continued. “He has to get a passport and a ship ticket to Turkey, and it’s costly there.” Then she added, “Marwan and I talk every day. When he arrives at Turkey, I’ll fly over there to marry him…we are in love.”

Lara had never seemed very stable to me, so I didn’t pay too much attention to her wedding plans. I resolved to deal with that later. I felt in my gut that Marwan had to leave Syria ASAP, and no one donated a dime to her gofundme.

Two close friends, Maria Dangelo and Assor Elkayam, had offered to help. They’d met Marwan through me, and they loved him as well. All of us were in a tight situation financially, but we were determined to help Marwan.

Only it’s impossible to send money from my country to Syria. And American friends had once told me that it wasn’t that simple for them, either: nobody wants to be on Homeland Security’s radar.

“I was once married to a Saudi man,” Lara said. “I can send money to Arab countries, no questions asked.” Still, we were relieved when Marwan received the money.

He got his passport a day before it became impossible for men his age to get one. But the regime had closed the maritime border with Turkey to potential soldiers. Marwan had to forget about the ship, find a smuggler, and escape via ISIS’ territories.

For a few weeks, he could hardly sleep, and he rarely left his parents’ apartment for fear of getting caught by Assad’s soldiers. Sometimes when I talked to him on Viber, I heard a shell exploding nearby.

“I’m used to it,” he said casually.

Meanwhile, he had no prospect of finding a job in Turkey, and he couldn’t stay at his best friend’s home — it was already crowded there.

Assor, Maria and I asked our Turkish FB friends to help Marwan. Nothing came of it.

“I’ll just go to Ankara and be homeless until I find a job,” Marwan said.

“No brother of mine is going to be homeless,” I said, “and Ankara is freezing cold in the winter. You could die.”

I befriended Elvan, a Turkish FB friend of Marwan. He looked for a job for Marwan but said a few days later in desperation, “I can’t find anything for him. They hate Syrians here.”

“If people meet Marwan in person,” I said, “they’ll change their minds.” Then I added with chutzpah I didn’t know I owned, “Maybe he can stay with you for a couple of days.”

“That’s impossible,” Elvan said. “I have a wife and kids.” (Too bad he forgot to mention that to the women he pursued on FB.)

Nevertheless, my pushy suggestion seemed to work out. “I found a job for Marwan in a bakery with a sleeping arrangement,” Elvan announced. “But Marwan has to leave Syria now, or he’ll lose the job.”

On the following day, Marwan bought an airline ticket from Lebanon to Turkey. It was his mom’s brilliant idea. That way, he could travel to Lebanon in an airline bus with the airline stuff instead of escaping with a smuggler.

It was time to talk to him about Lara’s plans. “Are you in love with Lara?” I asked.

“What?” Marwan cried out, appalled. “She could be my mom. Her son is older than I am.” (Unfortunately, it isn’t considered as appalling when men behave like Lara.)

Two days later, Marwan called me from Turkey. He told me that at the border with Lebanon, Assad’s soldiers stopped the bus. They ordered the guy who was sitting next to him to come with them and join the army.

I sent up a prayer for that guy and celebrated Marwan’s newfound freedom. Lara blocked me after I told her to treat Marwan only as a friend – he wasn’t even twenty-one yet, for crying out loud. And I blocked Elvan when he told Marwan to use women in prostitution.

I will always be deeply grateful to both of them for all the good that they did, but I won’t tolerate their harmfulness.

Marwan’s troubles finally seemed to be over. I had no idea then how soon I’d be worrying about his safety again.

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(Click here for “My Syrian Soul Brother, Part III: Danger at Sea“)

8 thoughts on “My Syrian Soul Brother, Part II: Escape from Hell

  1. Jay

    Nothing else comes to mind but ‘The heart of a kind person who is determined to help a human in need knows no bounds, is universal in its benevolence. A benign form in its body, mind and morals.’

    Lilac, i applaud you and the efforts of of those who assisted Marwan, regardless of boundaries of race and religion. To quote the Dalai lama- ‘My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.’ The quote applies to you.

    1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

      Thank you so much for your kind and humbling words, Jay. To quote Rumi: “The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.” It’s you whose kindness is boundless!
      Maria and Assor are absolutely wonderful. FB has allowed us to do lots of good together and apart. I’m blessed to know them…and you! ❤

  2. Donna Davis Everhart

    My word. What a timely post – talking about all the areas we see on the news over here. And now look what’s happening in Turkey!

    I’m hoping all is well when I read the next installment. This reads like a story – but it’s not. It’s real life, so I can’t let myself say “I can’t wait for Part III!” But I am anxiously waiting on it, and hoping all works out for Marwan.

    You were right to block them. I believe in only surrounding myself as much as possible with people who love and respect one another. Sending you many <3 <3 <3 for all you do to in helping those in need, Lilac!

      1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

        Thank you so much for your good wishes for Marwan, Donna! 🙂

        I almost didn’t post Part II yesterday when I realized what was going on in Turkey. And what was even stranger: for some reason, it was really hard for me to write that post. I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe I sensed that something was up on some level.

        I also believe in surrounding myself with people who love and respect each other. You and I are always on the same wavelength. But that’s nothing new. ? <3 <3 <3

  3. Sharon Joy

    Dear Lilac, I am always so grateful for you. And today I especially want to thank you for reminding us that the plight of our Syrian brothers and sisters is not just an abstraction. And you know, when we grow weary or discouraged with the unfolding of events for Syrians, to hear these stories of hope is medicine for the soul for those of us who are united by our striving for peace. In so many ways, you ARE the change… Blessings to you and to Marwan! <3 <3 <3

    1. Lilac Shoshani Post author

      What a delight to have you here, Sharon! 🙂 It’s angels like you who make life worthwhile. United at heart, we work together to make this planet a compassionate and safe place for all. In so many ways, we ARE the change…Marwan and I are deeply moved by your message and blessings! We love you. <3 <3 <3

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