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Théhaŋ waŋčhíŋyaŋke šni
I got back home from Syria about 2 weeks ago, which was a bit of an adventure in itself. I was in Jordan for almost a month before getting a Jordanian diplomatic flight to the UK and from there to the USA. Sad to say that the State Dept. did nothing in helping us Americans in Syria as part of several different NGOs back home. I was fortunate due to Dad's previous work over here and his reputation and friendship with Queen Noor. She graciously allowed me and some others to stay at the royal palace until Jordan could arrange our travel arrangements back home. I will say that she is quite possibly the most incredible, humble and intelligent person I have ever met. She spent quite a bit of time talking about my Dad and his work over here and was heartbroken about his and Mom's and Amira's journey home. She cried with me and gave me many hugs.
As to my time in Syria, I would be lying if I said I wasnt scared much of the time and spent many nights in tears from the sorrow, grief and death in the refugee camps. We moved several times due to Turkish troops firing on the camps and chemical weapons used within 20 miles of the original camp. I understand so much more not only why Dad spent his life dedicated to human rights and working overseas, but also the nightmares he suffered from and the guilt he carried.
The guilt comes from watching those you try to help and comfort die. It comes from leaving those behind knowing you are coming home to the comforts of home. And it comes from knowing that we collectively stand by and allow this to happen. I just dont understand why it is considered acceptable to turn one's back on those crying out for not only help, but crying out for salvation from the indiscriminate killing just for who they are or what their religion is or the color of their skin.
I know in my hear that I will go back. Once having been in the refugee camps, seeing the horror brought upon these people, the conditions of the camps, I cannot just go on with life without a worry in the world. It is our duty, our responsibility to help our brothers and sisters as Creator wishes of us. Part of the path of unconditional love Creator asks of us.
My husband and daughter are doing good and I have spent the last 2 weeks every waking moment with them and appreciating all I have here at Wounded Knee. I go down to Wounded Knee creek every morning to talk with Dad, Mom and Amira. My talks with them always center me and bring me comfort,
I know I have rambled a bit here, but wanted to let my extended family know I was safely home. I will post more about my time in Syria later and more about my time spent with Queen Noor
Mitákuye Oyás'iŋ -
In the Spirit of my Parents and Amira,
Gentle Horse
Un Wa chuntay oh gna kay.(be generous with your heart)
Oun she la.(show compassion)
Un Iglu Hukul. (be humble)
Yuoniha Wakan Takan.(honor Creator)
I got back home from Syria about 2 weeks ago, which was a bit of an adventure in itself. I was in Jordan for almost a month before getting a Jordanian diplomatic flight to the UK and from there to the USA. Sad to say that the State Dept. did nothing in helping us Americans in Syria as part of several different NGOs back home. I was fortunate due to Dad's previous work over here and his reputation and friendship with Queen Noor. She graciously allowed me and some others to stay at the royal palace until Jordan could arrange our travel arrangements back home. I will say that she is quite possibly the most incredible, humble and intelligent person I have ever met. She spent quite a bit of time talking about my Dad and his work over here and was heartbroken about his and Mom's and Amira's journey home. She cried with me and gave me many hugs.
As to my time in Syria, I would be lying if I said I wasnt scared much of the time and spent many nights in tears from the sorrow, grief and death in the refugee camps. We moved several times due to Turkish troops firing on the camps and chemical weapons used within 20 miles of the original camp. I understand so much more not only why Dad spent his life dedicated to human rights and working overseas, but also the nightmares he suffered from and the guilt he carried.
The guilt comes from watching those you try to help and comfort die. It comes from leaving those behind knowing you are coming home to the comforts of home. And it comes from knowing that we collectively stand by and allow this to happen. I just dont understand why it is considered acceptable to turn one's back on those crying out for not only help, but crying out for salvation from the indiscriminate killing just for who they are or what their religion is or the color of their skin.
I know in my hear that I will go back. Once having been in the refugee camps, seeing the horror brought upon these people, the conditions of the camps, I cannot just go on with life without a worry in the world. It is our duty, our responsibility to help our brothers and sisters as Creator wishes of us. Part of the path of unconditional love Creator asks of us.
My husband and daughter are doing good and I have spent the last 2 weeks every waking moment with them and appreciating all I have here at Wounded Knee. I go down to Wounded Knee creek every morning to talk with Dad, Mom and Amira. My talks with them always center me and bring me comfort,
I know I have rambled a bit here, but wanted to let my extended family know I was safely home. I will post more about my time in Syria later and more about my time spent with Queen Noor
Mitákuye Oyás'iŋ -
In the Spirit of my Parents and Amira,
Gentle Horse
Un Wa chuntay oh gna kay.(be generous with your heart)
Oun she la.(show compassion)
Un Iglu Hukul. (be humble)
Yuoniha Wakan Takan.(honor Creator)
