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LtoR: Haig Chelebian and Stepan Apelian |
The picture I have posted is from my paternal cousin Stepan J Apelian’s wedding festivity. He is the young man on the right toasting with his friend and my material cousin Haig Chelebian. Both served the Syrian Army and were discharged honorably for their services to their native country, Syria. In the picture the two are toasting for Steve’s fleeting bachelorhood. The following day, the entire village will come together and dress him as the groom and escort him to Keurkune’s ancestral church where he will be waiting for the arrival of the bride’s party from Kessab the village. That is how all happened. A lot can be written about Stepan and Ani’s wedding and I have written some (see note). But that is not what I intend to write about in this blog.
The scene is from Steve Apelian's parents' house, the ancestral Apelian household built late 19th century, around 1880 - 1890. Behind them on the right there is man wearing kaffiyeh and seems to be in an animated conversation with a person next to him. A kaffiyeh is the traditional Arab headdress made of a square of cloth folded into a triangle and secured with a cord. The wearer of the kaffieh is Hammoud. Naturally he is a Syrian and is a longtime resident of the village. He is one of the best players of kawal in Kessab. Kawala is duduk like instrument which Wikipedia notes is known to be one of the oldest musical instruments known to mankind. It is found in different forms in the Middle East and Central Asia. Hammoud is also an Alawite, an ethnoreligious group from which the newly deposed president Bashar Assad hails, even though he converted to Islam. I meant to say Sunni Islam, the major branch of Islam his wife belongs to. Most of the Syrian citizens are adherents to Sunni Islam.
I dwelt upon Hammoud to make the following point. Wrongly or rightly, I remain under the impression that perhaps no other community has known the Alawites as well as Kessabtsis have and understood their plight. In my younger days, their children like Mahmoud, Moussa and Mouhanna attended the village’s school, spoke fluent Armenian like the rest of us. I have gone grazing the village animals with Muhanna, during my later childhood or early youth, It was from my late paternal uncle Joseph that I found out that they are Alawites.. That also would have made an interesting story for another time. But it is not about the Kessabtsi and Alawites relations that I want to write in this blog.
Come to 2011. A lot of water had flown under the bridge since my childhood and early younger days in Kessab during the summers. There was turmoil in Syria. A social unrest was brewing. But it was not like the insurgents who brought down the Bashar Assad government. The early 2011 social unrest in Syria was peaceful. There were pictures of protesting crowds which depicted mostly young men, who were not wearing arms. However, Bashar Assad was not responsive to their demands.
It was aound that time NY Times wrote lengthy articles analyzing the situation. More than the president Bashar Assad, it was his maternal cousin Rami Makhlouf, with his defiance of the protesters, had become the personification of the family run Syrian government at that time and its mouth piece. Do not push the president do things he does not want to, I recall reading his defiance.
Many readers commented about the unfolding social unrest and the defiance of the government. One of the comments stuck with me. It said “the optometrist is short sighted”. Whoever made that comment at the time, proved to be prophetic.
I found the comment witty but also true and I wanted to share it with friends, here in the U.S. and with my paternal cousin Stepan in Kessab, who by then was married and with his wife Ani, raising their two sons and a daughter
But I refrained from sharing it with him. I was concerned that my comment may be read by the infamous mukhabarat, the Syrian secret service and may end up having unforeseen consequences for Stepan in Syria or for me, as I was planning to visit Syria.
But I also suddenly became aware as to how brutal the regime must be. Here I was in the United States, thousands of miles away from Syria. I was not a Syrian national. I was born and raised in Lebanon as a Lebanese. Yet again fear of retribution had so much clouded my mind that I stopped sharing that comment or any comment made critical to Bashar Assad rule.
Surely, the Bashar Assad regime must have been brutal.
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Note 1: https://vhapelian.blogspot.com/2017/08/why-do-kessabtis-sing-zartir-vortyag.html