The Return to Homs Page #2

from Khalediya to Basset's

demos in Bayada.

It is a necessary road for the inhabitants,

that's why they had to reopen it.

Day by day movement inside Homs

became harder ..

More checkpoints between

neighborhoods were deployed...

and more snipers on government buildings...

They have no idea with whom

they're playing. This is Homs!

This is the only safe passage for ambulances

to go back and forth to Bayada.

Here they come...

They're coming.

Homs, Wadi Arab Str.

29 Jan 2012.

The child martyr...

God curse you, Bashar.

Perhaps we should wash the blood off

before we bury him?

We'll take him home.

"To God we belong and to Him we return".

- God!

- Look at that pose!

Wow, you were at restaurants and all!

I was injured then.

Basset, we have photos of you

when you were an infant.

Hello, how are you doing?

- I'm well, Basset, how about you?

- Fine, thanks.

I'll secure some money

as soon as I can, God willing.

We have sent some money for Eid:

quite a handsome amount.

I called them again and asked for more.

They said the money is there but

to whom are you going to send it?

I told them that there's Basset

and Abu Ibrahim; both are trustworthy.

Thank you Abu Omar.

You know we have groups!

Keep in mind that the money

they need is not just for food!

It will be used for arms too.

We want to be clear about that.

I've got groups to take care of

and we're facing difficulties.

I've told them it's for arms.

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Why do you make me say this?

To become a martyr, father,

has been my dream for years.

With our blood, father,

we shall please God.

I'm your only son, father,

I'm only twenty years old.

My dream is to become a martyr.

My other dream is victory.

To become a martyr, father,

has been my dream for years.

With our blood, father,

We shall please God.

Our homeland bleeds, father,

and the land is sad.

The child calls for help, father,

but who will listen?

Who will listen?

What's up man?

Don't drive yet. Wait.

That road is slippery

and it's full of rocks.

No, no, it won't. I've done this before.

This sniper is spraying bullets!

Even if he isn't targeting you

specifically, he may still get you.

I think crossing now is better than later.

Let's do it.

Are we or aren't we the grandchildren

of Khaled? Aren't we fearless or what?

Do it.

Come on, do it!

It's a short distance. You don't

need to see. In the name of God.

- Didn't I tell you to drive?

- Alright, pray for me!

- Where are you going?

- Home, my family is waiting.

- Come with us.

- You know what, I hesitated earlier...

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